Another. Even harder. ‘Three, Sir,’ I yelled, fighting back more tears. ‘I’m gonna beat you ’til you scream, girl, and beg for mercy,’ he ...old me. ‘Keep counting.’ The smacks kept coming. If I didn’t count quickly enough, he would throw in an extra and announce we had to start over. Finally, I was sobbing and screaming the numbers. He leaned over me and squeezed my nipple as hard as he could. ‘You made it to nine, girl. One more and you’re done.’ ‘Yes. Yes, Sir,’ I sobbed. He stood and. "It still hurts a little, Riggins. It's okay when we go slower." I was willing to go as slow as it took. We made love, slowly and sweetly, for fifteen minutes and she began to tremble and the tension built inside her little frame until I went faster again. She made no complaints this time and just moaned louder until she cried out my name and exploded. She came in spasms and shudders and I kept her there as long as I could. She was so sexy and so beautiful and I was so in love with her that I. Having agreed to watch her, JJ had a different idea than she he learned in half an hour. He parked in front of the room, following her instructions. She checked the room and walked across the street, and he was on the second can of beer, his third for the evening, when she walked to the door and entered quickly, leading a balding man in his late thirties JJ guessed. She had been quick; he hadn't seen her return until she was opening the door. He began watching diligently for her to return but. He worked in a factory and always had night duty. Morning,he would be sleeping his butt off. The house was a one bedroom halltenement belonging to the housing board. These are the smallindependent houses built during the British days located in thesuburbs. The family had built a loft which was accessible by anarrow steep wooden staircase. The loft was partitioned into threesmall rooms and one was occupied by us and the other by the BIL andSIL. We had to move around the loft with our heads bowed.