However in one of the front seats she noticed a strikingly beautiful woman non other than Tara M sitting with her legs crossed high she was wearing a ...lack striped business suit.Now Jacinda took in the whipping bench just to the right the wall. Large mirror partitions approximately 3 meters high surrounding the bench At a distance of around six meters on all sides except the left. So that those sitting to the left could watch not only the actual whippings but all the reflected angles. Now. Oh you are, are you? Well I miss you too, why don't you come down to Blackthorne have a few drinks, its bike week. I really want to see you. She nodded, sounded like a good idea. So she sent back, sure be there in ten. She got up changed into her high heel boots, tight torn blue jean skirt and a halter top. Did her make up and hair, grabbed her keys slipping her smokes, cell, id and money into her back pockets before getting into her car and driving five minutes down the road to the local. Another one of the guys--a muscular black guy this time--steps forward, his erection pointing directly at her as he appears out of the shadows. Stacy shakes her head, begging to be set free, but he only smiles as he runs his eyes lasciviously up-and-down her body. He walks around behind Stacy, raising her skirt and cupping her smooth baby-buns in his hands. He's surprisingly gentle, even when he squeezes her ass cheeks. He then turns to Duke and asks, "Do we really need this?" Duke and his. To dinner, I asked her to wear a long dress, skin tight of course and no underwear, and I leased a limo for the night trying to impress her.At her house, I asked the chauffeur go to the door and escort her to the limo. I was waited outside of the car with a dozen of white roses. She was wore a black evening dress that took my breath away and judging by her smile, she was impressed with the limo and loved the roses.Since the dinner reservation was at 8:30pm, I asked the chauffeur to take us out.