When I received her text back I was elated to hear that she couldn’t wait. Well, the next day was like a blur to me. I couldn’t remember anything...that happened as all I could think about was the date later that night. We decided to meet each other there, as she lived only a few blocks from the restaurant. When I saw her, my mouth dropped open; I was speechless. She had a nice white blouse on with a floral skirt that was short but still left something to the imagination. Her hair was cut in. I continue to cry, for a long time. He gives me sugared water. I hadn't even realized he had left. I drink the water greedily. Screaming and crying is thirsty work. He moves again behind me. How many lashes have I received? I lost count, but I can remember. Twenty to my back. Eighty more to go. I feel like I will die here. I cannot survive eighty more."Please whip my thighs"Ten to the backs of my thighs, five to each thigh. The whip curls around the thigh and the tip snaps against the tender. " He laughed, "Then I think you need to "use" the restroom so I can do the same..." I agreed. I took a few deep breaths and got up and strutted to the bathroom. Flashed this little grin and blew a kiss at him then ducked in the bathroom. While in there I quickly fixed my hair and make up. Making sure I looked perfect. I exited and walked back down aisle swaying my hips slightly. Looking him right in the eyes as I licked my lips. I sat down and said well? He laughed and nervously looked down. My. Then I told him if he would be interested in seeing me and a friend in private. "Private...what for?" he asked. I told him he would not be disappointed...and perhaps he could see what he been trying to peak at during so many time..."Two ladies....I don't know if I can handle that." Jonathan said. "You can bring another handsome black friend with you” I replied."Let me just say....you won't be disappointed." He said laughing. We set up a date when both husbands were to be out of town. My slutty.