“Three, Massa Hopkins”. Again my arm draws back; I look down and see wet spots in the dirt as the tears stream from her face and fall. Another out...urst erupts as her face draws into a grimace and Ed calls, “Four, Massa Hopkins.” I look back to her ass and see a crisscross of stripes forming. Again, and again the riding crop lands and a new welt springs up in its place. She is a mixture of sobbing and wailing while Ed continues to call the strokes. “Five, Massa, six, seven, eight, nine, Massa. I could see her face turn slightly red. There was a brief pause, and then she replied: "So---who are you going to please with that little thing?!" Meaning, of course, my cock! That caught me a little off- guard, but I rallied by retorting: "ME, I guess!"There was a brief, nervous chuckle from those who had overheard our conversation, and that was the end of that.Fast forward now two years (this would be 1983)---At the time of the picnic conversation I alluded to above, I didn't know that my. She had won a hundred pounds and the champagne at Bingo, and was celebrating. While Glenda went into the kitchen for glasses, Miriam and I opened the bottle. Having been shaken on route, it opened with a bang and spumed over the top soaking my trousers at the crotch."Take them off!" cried Miriam and tugged at them on my legs. I had no option, so I dropped my drawers to shrieks of laughter. So, I was sitting there displaying all, when Glenda came in with the wine glasses. We toasted her success. Jerry thanked her again, saying "I appreciated it anyway." Adjusting the bags still in his hands, Jerry added, "I'd better get going if I'm going to get home." He sighed as he did so. Theresa grinned, asking "You got a husband or boyfriend at home waiting?" "Um.." Jerry said blushing again, "No. I live alone." Starting to turn to leave Theresa, Jerry heard her asking, "Where'syour car at?" Jerry explained that he didn't have one and usually tooka bus where he needed to go. "What?" Theresa.