"She said it would be ten tofifteen minutes. Do you want to wait at the bar?" Sure," I said. "I'm tired from spending your money. I could usea mojito....Lisa laughed. "The way you're acting, it's like you're Jim'srevenge on me for being me to him."I sat up on a bar stool, and crossed my legs at the ankles, justlike my teacher said. Well, that and I still had somethingstanding in my way of crossing them any higher. I could feelsomeone looking at me. I looked up and saw the most stunningBlack man I. I didn't answer straight away as I didn't want him to know how desperate I was.After a few seconds with my best calm voice, I replied 'Yes.'He did it again, far too slow so I could hardly feel it.'Yes please, spank me harder please.' I was almost begging but trying not to.Ian gave me what I wanted; a harder spank with the flog right on my bare bum. I gasped and moaned slightly. He knew I enjoyed it, so he did it again. I moaned this time. I couldn't stop it. He ran the flogger over my pussy. It. I love that car. It's a blue Chevy Cavalier that I got for my eighteenth birthday and it makes me feel cool and independent because it's all mine. My dad still pays the insurance and gas, but I do everything else.I didn't have time to do anything with my hair, so I just left it in a ponytail. That was better for dancing anyway, because it kept it out of the way. My hair is pretty thick, and down past my shoulders. It's kind of a reddish blonde and it's my natural color.I raced over to the club,. ‘Mrs. Ames,’ he said, ‘I really didn’t do anything all that special. Really, I was just doing my job.’ ‘That’s not what the trooper told me,’ Mrs. Ames replied. ‘She said you went down that horrible bank in the dark and pulled Lonnie out of the truck when it was burning. She said if you hadn’t done what you did, Lonnie probably would have burned to death in the truck.’ She walked to Martin, put her arms around him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. ‘You saved my son’s life. I don’t know how to.