The lads on site ribbed her when she would leave the offices for lunch and she would go red with embarrassment with wolf whistles and calls of "Randy ...andy" you could see how self aware she felt one of only 3 women on a building site with 60 plus blokes the other two were middle aged married miseries. Amanda had been on site maybe 4 months and I had not spoken a word to her when we were required to work overtime on a Saturday it got to 12pm and time to knock off so me and the apprentice Tom an. She waited impatiently for a couple minutes before going inside. She sat down and ordered herself a beer. The bartender looked at her with a smile as he handed over the drink. She grabbed it and threw her head back to downed a huge gulp. ‘Something bothering you?’ ‘No just celebrating. Twenty five fucken years old and my husband spends the day with his friends. Whatever it don’t mean anything to me. I’m just another year older and another day closer to dying. What are you gonna do.’ ‘Should I. ?Who do you work for? Who is after this data??.I screamed at him that I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I heard him laugh, as once more, the sides of the box closed in on me. My head was already hurting, the pain was intolerable. But also incessant. ?One more time. Who do you work for? Who wants this data? And why??.I screamed out that I didn’t know what he wanted from me. My name was Angel. And I didn’t know anything.?Okay? he said ? have it your own way.? We will leave you here to. She had to keep her head tilted back at all times and she wondered if he was looking at her face as he spanked her.After her ass was burning from the initial spanking, he lapsed into a simple rhythm. First it would be one light spank, two fast spanks and then three hard ones before starting over. Amaya enjoyed the predictability, tensing for the hard spanks and almost relaxing into the light ones. It made the rising heat of the paddle easier to bear as her buttocks grew increasingly more and.