But I knew the difference between real and fake tears.Grabbing both her arms I began wrapping thick red tape around her clasped hands I did the same w...th her legs. As I didn’t want her trying to stop me like last time. Sitting on my chair I grabbed her by her hair and through her over my knee. One hand on the bottom of her back. I lifted my right hand high into the air and struck with a barrage off wild yet erratic hard slaps. I kept the rhythms mixed and went two to three slaps on each cheek.. She dazed me by extending her hand and going straight for my dick. She started laughing and stroking my dick through the shorts. I pretended to be surprised and wide eyed. She laughed some more and then said that she had seen me like that many times and had been really keen to touch me like a woman should touch a man. She said she had always been getting hot and desirous seeing my erections through my shorts.That was all the invitation I needed. I unzipped and popped my cock out of my shorts.. He winked at me andmouthed, "Two Blues?" and I nodded, digging into my bra for the money andhanding it over as he put the fresh bottles down in front of me.I pushed through the crowds, pleased with myself for being smart enoughto jump the queue and headed back to our little booth with the sweetsmell of the Blue Wicked in my nostrils making me feel giddy. Just as Igot to the booth I felt a hand squeezing my arse and I squealed, almostdropping the bottles. I turned around to look for the girl who. ’ My heart splinters. I see them together. I watch how he watches her. I watch how he sees the dress in the store, and he thinks of her wearing it. I watch as he pays for the dress, flirting with the clerk, talking to her about who the woman is that he buys the dress for. My imagination is left without an answer for how she receives the dress. Only that it is received after a week that I spend with him, giving him all there is of me to give. I give my soul, my life, and my wealth and receive.