"Arlene, what's wrong?" Joe asked again."I need a minute," I said, and slid off the stool and ran for therestroom. I nearly tripped on my stacked heel.... In front of the restroomdoors I paused, not quite sure which one I belonged in.It was obvious what had happened. I still couldn't quite believe it, butI stepped into the door carrying the icon wearing a dress. I looked inthe mirror."Holy shit," I said. Red, red lipstick, mascara, too much eyeshadow. Myhair was shoulder length, kind of wavy, and. She hated that she had begged for this. She hated that she was submitting to it. She hated that she had no choice but to endure another five cuts.Hating it was right. She wasn’t supposed to like to be punished. She was supposed to hate it and, thereby, regret her sin.She had done wrong and she deserved nothing less than the most severe discipline.She deserved five more strokes. She needed five more.The initial sting slowly subsided into an ache. Her screams faded to whimpers.?Thank you,? she. " She replied as he came upon her seat.Carlos had noticed her earlier that evening, but she'd looked almost off limits. She had shoulder length brown hair, nothing really extravagant about it but it was full and healthy. She had the lightest blue eyes he'd ever seen, rivaling some of the clearest oceans in their color. She had a beautiful cream complexion, almost like she'd not been outside in awhile, which contrasted nicely with her dark hair. As his gaze traveled lower, he noticed the skin. You don't look back. My cock is so hard it hurts. I press a thumb into your wetness and you shudder, and shift your knees apart. You are soaking wet. I can smell your arousal, and there is no hint of cum. Why aren't you turning? Can't you tell there is a strange cock about to enter you, about to fill you with another man's cum?My jogging shorts threaten to rip from the strain. I push them down and my cock springs free, as I gently tickle your clit with my fingers. I shift a little closer, my.