Constructive feedback would be appreciated, and please voteWith my eyes tightly shut and my fingers working my aching sex, I imagine you filling me up... Meeting each thrust of my fingers with the rising of my hips, my climax starts to build. A rush of moans escapes my lips, and my entire body starts to tense. “Don’t you fucking dare!” you interrupt. Frozen, I lye feeling my orgasm slowly slip away. I blink against the light, and as my eyes refocus, I’m met with the sight of your smirking face.. So the dance is primed to begin. After an earlier stop, Tim stands at the entrance of the club. Not really understanding what type of club it really is, he walks in. The first thing he sees as his eyes adjust to the light is the profile of this exquisite woman at the bar. One long leg crossed over the other, her dress lifted some from the stool that he can glimpse a bit of the top of her stocking and thigh showing.Her breasts, while not that large, see to stand up in her low-cut dress,. She told them dinner was served and had two places set kitty corner to each other at the small kitchen table. Erica had a small dish of the entree ready, and took one sip of wine before grabbing some oven mitts and delivering it to the table. The tipsy woman tripped on the rug and spilled the bowl, falling to the floor, getting marinara sauce all over Dee’s dress and arm, and a bunch of it on her own red top. The embarassed host quickly got to her feet, spilling what was left all over her blue. Young lady do you know it’s fucking rude to stare? She stood naked yelling at me.Yes mum. I hesitantly said.Take your panties off. She continued.I did as she said, as I often received bare bottom beatings from her when she was needing drugs.Now bend over the dresser. She ordered.I placed my hands across the dresser as she lifted my skirt up revealing my bare bottom.Tears welled as I knew what was coming but out of embarrassment as a strange black man watched on.WHACK! WHACK!WHACK! WHACK!.