I want you to give me all you have, to put it to me until I go crazy from taking it, until I can’t take it any more. I want you to go on and go on u...til I can’t stop coming. I want to be your personal loose woman, as loose as you want as long as I stay tight for you in the right place. I want you.’ She led me through the door into her bedroom and we closed that door behind us too. I took her soft body into my arms and I took down the buttons on the back of her blouse and opened the hooks on her. She approached a door labeled 527-ABC. "This is my suite," she said."Yours is 527 and mine is 257," he remarked."Yeah ... I hadn't noticed." She unlocked the door. Inside was an open room with a sofa, a table and some chairs. "This is the common lounge," she explained. "Over there is the bathroom." You have a little kitchen?" With a fridge and microwave," she replied, "but no stove. The suites sleep six." It's sort of the same concept as our suites -- ours sleep four." Sort of ... This is my. She was known as Beverly to all her acquaintances, except for Tracy and Beth, who both called her Nana. ‘Nana! Are you kidding me with this dress? Where did this come from? You are so lucky I am not your size — I would steal all your clothes!’ Beverly modestly put her hand to her broad cowl collar and said, ‘Well, I’ve had it for years, but I suspect it’s a classic.’ ‘Rickrack! That is so cool. I’ve never seen such big rickrack.’ Tracy reached out and felt the black jagged trim around the. All through the day, at my request, Richard kept the crop or the ruler handy. At random times he would use it on my buttocks or breasts. Since I wore a short bouncy cotton skirt and blouse, the strokes would not be as cruel as they would have, had I been nude, still they stung quite a bit. Sometimes I could not help but to try to protect my sore ass or boobies with my hands. Then, not only would I get a hard whack on my hands, but I would have to uncover the intended recipient of the stroke,.