He had only juststarted with this bitch; he was going to have some fun tonight!Michele lost all thoughts of red wine as she was propelled forward ands...ammed hard against the heavy wooden kitchen table. She was confused asto what was happening; her thought processes slow and fuzzy because of thewine she had drunk. She realised a stranger was in her house and that shewas being pushed down across her own kitchen table but couldn't figure outwhy. For one second she stupidly panicked at the. "Again!" she yelled. Without hesitation, 'Smack!' She replied with an elongated, "Aaaaaaaaaaah. Fuck." She drew a deep breath and arched her head backward. I could see the roots of her hair growing wet from her exertion. 'Smack!', 'Smack!' Twice and a little harder yet. Her ass had turned red and wasn't fading. She just grunted and accepted the pain. She hung her head and bit her lower lip. Breathing through just her nose, I could hear her dealing with the rash on her ass, with labored, short,. Yeah, these are the things I always think of too late.I was minutes away from my office at the law firm when things got interesting. I was on a deserted street, so I did not have the cover that usually comes with driving a common vehicle. The street was not straight but curved - sort of like the magazine of an AK-47, you will see why that came to my mind - with trees in the median, moving through a complex of office buildings. Ahead, at the end of the block, I can see a guy stroll out to the. "I don't know. I hope so. I want to get the nerve to tell her how I feel about her, but Camille, she is so blind to see that. Even the little hints I give her. You know what I mean?"Camille nodded and sighed. "Yup I know exactly what you mean. I know how you feel too." She's just so hung up on that Dylan bastard, that I don't even stand a chance."Camille reached out to put her hand over his. Comforting him in a friendly way. "Don't worry hopefully Marissa will soon see what a wonderful person.