My body burnes, as the whiplashes spread the pain in ecery conceivable direction. i could see a red line curling from my chest to my ribs, and knew th...t my top hid a long red line down my right tit. tina seemed to have stopped, but she again resumed. and this time she placed the lashes so that i was dancinf mmg from pain. "juggle em jugs, whore " tina roared, and the dan ing became faster. i started sweating, as tiny rivulets of blood mixed with sweat to fall on the floor. sweat and blood. She had informal plans on stopping by a local coffee house after the performance for a little dessert and a chance to talk about the performance. She was pretty sure that Betsy would want to talk about the sets, the actors, and the orchestra. As far as Sally was concerned, dissecting a performance was kind of a traditional thing to do. In her opinion, it was supposed to be done over coffee and dessert.Betsy finally pulled herself together, and the two women left the theater. It was late, but. She's the one in my house.I came back to the living room to find her lying down on the floor in front of the TV after picking some afternoon teen show. That put her between my comfy recliner and the big screen. I tried to watch TV but I found it difficult as I found my eyes drawn to her cute butt as she lay on her stomach with her knees bent upward. I noticed that every time she moved her legs her little plaid skirt got higher and higher until finally I could see her white cotton undies.The. I set up a small stereo, popping in a CD I had made just for this occasion. Some of the songs were romantic, Elvis, Buble; some suggestive, Lets Spend The Night Together by the Rolling Stones, Hurts So Good by Mellencamp, and culminating in Love, At Last, a downright dirty instrumental by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin, featuring the sounds of them making love. Then there were the votive candles that he strategically placed around the room that would create as romantic an atmosphere as he.