"She was getting more and more angry. Her tone of voice was enough to make me straighten up."So, I'm going to tell you now... from here on end, you're...going to get your ass whipped on the spot. No more waiting till everyone is gone, no more private settings... no more leniency. As soon as you screw up, you're going to get spanked right then and there and I don't care who is around to witness it. Understood?"She looked at me straight in the eye, her finger pointed straight at my face. I held the. Those who grew up in the old culture still considered men's work to be men's work and women's work to be everything else. Ergo, the ladies were busy bustling around in the kitchen whipping out enough food to feed the entire neighborhood while most of the men sat on their oversized derrieres sucking on beer cans and shots of vodka and lamenting the sad state of just about everything. It seems to be a favorite pastime of East Europeans. Sometimes my own cynicism makes me fear I might have. But most of our dating was done in bed. His or mine. “The entire basis of our relationship,” Roxanna explained, “was all about booty calls. Him to me. Or me to him. Even if it was 3:00 A.M. We might not see each other for weeks! But then, whenever one or the other of us would feel the urgent need, the hornier one of us would call the other. Then one of us would wrap a coat around our nudity and rush over to the other’s apartment. “After memorizing that procedure in Playgirl, one night I called. His naked body commanded her attention and with little effort her eyes were drawn to his cock once again. This time, however, he was achingly hard, although he made no attempt to hide it from her. Despite her own nudity, she felt strangely unashamed. Her long hair hung down her back in dark strands, a sharp contrast against her milky white skin. Ned gaze upon her body only fanned the flames of her desire as he took in every facet of her form. As the sun dried the water on her skin, fresh.