"You really think so?" I asked."Would I lie to you?" Steve asked."This isn't a 'Carrie' prank is it?" I asked.Then he gave me a look."Well that wouldn...t stick considering you are in the showers and the blood would wash off right and I'm not as mean as them," Steve said."Well I think you are sweet Steve," I replied.Then he came towards me and gave me another kiss on the lips."I could say the same thing about you," Steve said.Then he went back to his shower and we both finished up. As he was done. This was the first time I had laid eyes on this man, but my pussy ached for him like a long lost lover. I wanted this man; needed him. But not here, not now. There were too many people watching. So, I resumed walking still feeling his eyes as they burned holes into my back. I bent over to pick up my stuff making sure he got a good look at my ass before standing back up again. Then, with a plan in mind, I turned to face him. “Ten o’clock. Right here. “ I told him, looking him straight. Her fingernails were always painted the color of blood. The man wasted no time in starting the brutal whipping smack! smack! smack! He whipped at her slightly parted ass cheeks as hard as he could, raising large red welts on the flesh.She screamed. Her dark eyes filled with tears. Those tears spilled down her cheeks and along the sides of her nose. Just to be extra mean the sadistic man smacked her on the backs of her thighs a couple of times. Then he hit her on the backs of her knees, where he. The bar had a long leather pad around the front edge so customers had something to lean his elbows on. In front of the bar, there were tall stools with leather seats, and polished wooden legs. Behind the bar, was the wall and counter where the coffee mugs sit, as well as the coffee machines, cappuccino machines, and every other form of anything coffee. Across the room, to the left of the entrance, there were a long row of assembled tables and chairs for customers to sit. Overhead hanging in the.