She sighed. Maybe he sent hisgirlfriend again. In that case, girly could find her. The 77 was a bigplace but it wasn't that big. She sat at a booth an... waited, as he'd toldher to do. Back when he'd promised to pick her up.Maybe girly was in the washroom.More likely she was late. Or a no-show. Cheri checked her purse. She hadenough money for a meal and maybe bus fare back to riverside. Unless sheused her mom's card. But that was last resort. Emergencies only. Cherisighed. She signaled the. This was brought about by that Amazon, Victoria, putting all she had into the blows and it only took about 3 lashes for each of us.Mistress Alexis then slowly walked around both my wife and I smacking a red, braided leather, punishment whip against her boot until she stood behind me and brought it down hard across my ass.?You fucking bitch!? I yelled out in surprise.She then slowly ran the whip over my erect cock. ?You’ll pay for that boy. You must learn to respect your owner.??I’m sorry. She slimmed her body weight down to a delicate petite size, and started to focus on her head. She shook her head back and forth until her locks of brown hair began to shimmer into a bright ginger red color. Stretching her neck to look in the bathroom mirror in the next room over, she got a better look at herself.Unsatisfied, feeling as though something was missing, she concentrated on her hair a bit more, getting a nice floaty curl to her orange masterpiece. A quick blink changed her brown eyes. The victim might even think it is a minor wound, but inside some organ or artery is leaking its contents into the body cavity, and with it the life force of the victim. Here the stiletto was often a woman’s weapon. Good penetration with little force. It could dissuade an attacker; or, as I say, it could go in and out, in and out; turn the victim into a colander in the hope that something would get destroyed.I fell to the ground, pulling the knife from my assailant’s hand as it was stuck in my.