She pushed straight in deep as far as her finger could reach and I found that I could not even cry out.Barbara started fucking me with two fingers; th...usting in and out so quick I could feel my heels skimming on the marble floor. I lowered my head and pushed my arms against the wall, bending a bit over for her…Then we heard the door swing as somebody entered the room.I wiggled my ass, pushing slightly against her fingers and I whispered:"Don't stop, please..."She kept moving her hand, as I. ” Already I had fantasies of this being far more than a one-night stand. She could take the train into the city and I would meet her for good times in Manhattan.Then we were negotiating a date, one that had to take place in her home territory. She wanted to meet me at a bar in a town on the North Shore of Long Island. The topic of spanking came up again and she suggested a plan for it. Her proposal was that, after the bar meeting, we would go to a nearby motel. She wrote, “There are some cabins. She hooked her fingers around the strap of one heel and gently kicked it off, not taking her eyes off him.“What are you doing?” she finally asked, her impatience getting the best of her.“I really do need to shower,” he said with a little laugh, and straightened up, finally looking at her, holding a shirt in his hand.“Oh.” Her smile faltered, but he didn't seem to notice as he walked towards the bathroom and closed the door.Now it was confusion and disappointment, rather than excitement, that. Montana makes it hard to fly around the rocks ... the damn things are everywhere.I made it.I called the ranch ... laughingly. In Wyoming 600 acres is a piddling city block. Ranches aren’t ranches until they’re 20 thousand acres. Then it’s a small spread. A big place has a driveway at least ten miles long.She wasn’t answering. Heck and shuckydarn!I didn’t want to rent a car. I called Davy.Davy Martin.Karma ... his youngest said he was out, but she’d tell him I called ... and hung up.I’d like to.