" Considering the possibility that I might be arrested and prosecuted for assault, would you hand out pads of paper and ask any witnesses if they woul... write down what they saw and heard."Mother gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.I continued my conversation with Sherry. "That drunken Neanderthal was assaulting my sister. I stopped him. Written statements from witnesses to that effect might be necessary." All right. I'll do that for you," Sherry said."Thank you, and please call me after you. I began to love her as a person, a person I wanted to be with, a person I desired, a person I wanted to make happy, a person whose happiness mattered to me to an ever-increasing degree. All this was in my heart, but at the forefront of my reality was my desire for her.I began to create more friction between us, more excuses to fight, although not pushing her so far as to anger her, just enough to annoy her. I realized quickly that no matter how much I wanted to lose each and every fight, to lay. After a few seconds of silence, Dannye countered, “I knew you were watching.” “Bullshit! You didn’t even know I was there.” “Yes, I did,” Dannye argued back. “No, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.” “No you didn’t!” I replied. Our argument was going nowhere fast. I stayed quiet, because I knew eventually, Dannye would cave in and admit I was right. All I had to do is wait. After a few minutes of silence, Dannye asked, “So did you like what you saw?” “Yes,” I replied. “Yes?” Dannye responded, “Just a. May this slave please have another, Mistress?" Well, we can't let that one stand, so we'll start over."Another line of fire seared across Nina's ass. She was certain that the skin had been shredded, and she was now bleeding in several places. She screamed again, but kept her head down, not wanting her tender breasts to take another hit. After a moment, in a somewhat loud voice, she said, "Ahh, one. Th-th-thank you M-m-istress. May th-this slave please have another, Mistress?" Well done, slut,.