"Mmm-hmm," said Cindy. "I jus' love 'im!"Now the way Cindy said that, you could have taken it several ways. Helen looked at me and winked. "You're luc...y he came along," she said."Yeah, I am," answered Cindy. "I really am." So, Helen, we're goin' out for breakfast. Want us to bring you back some donuts?" Oh, yeah, Dan. An' I'll try not to eat 'em all myself." They're for your customers," I smiled.Cindy bounced out to the truck and got in. I joined her and we drove off.She spoke first. "D'ya. I’m so captivated I almost forget to pay and quickly put enough cash to cover the bill on the table as we leave.As we walk back to her place I tells her in graphic detail all the dirty little things I want to do to her in a deep provocative voice. She touches my arm and we both stop and face each other. I bring my lips close to hers so close I can feel her breath on my face, but as she closes for the kiss I hold her still by the shoulders, teasing her with my lips tantalisingly close to hers. I. Then the tormentor would start slapping the victim's belly,at first gently but then with ever-increasing intensity. Soon the victim'showls of protest would turn to howls of pain as the belly-spanking startedto smart. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he would join with the rest of the mob in. “Would you like me to, um…,” Bryce paused briefly as he caught sight of Monica’s gaze and seemed to forget what he was going to say. “…open, the um, wine now?” “Oh that would be nice,” Monica replied with a big smile. “I would love a glass!” With Bryce in the other room, Monica came over quickly. “Guess what I did in the shower,” she said with a wicked grin on her face as she opened her hand to reveal a small black vibrator that I hadn’t seen in years. “Sorry, I was still so horny! I had to.