The second group would, to a man, meet a very unpleasant ending. And quite frankly, I couldn’t care less.The 3rd group was the ones that I relied on... I knew these people would be the difference between success and failure. These were the con artists, the pick pockets, The alley muggers. They were the overcharging, shortchanging, bartenders that wouldn’t think twice about serving you a mickie finn, as long as he got his cut. They were the ladies that knew where and what you wanted, and how much. "Why?" Iasked him "need a good whipping?" He smiled and said just two words: "yessir!"I pushed him off of my onto the floor. He sat there on all 4's looking upat me like a puppy dog. His big brown eyes were so sweet it was almosthard to punish him. But my ass was still burning like crazy and I wantedrevenge. I reached into my closet and pulled out a thick leather belt. Hegave a little yelp when he saw it. I doubled it up, help it under his noseand told him to lick it till it was good and. Christina stayed there waiting. Then, after I had signed, she handed me a slip of paper. I opened it and it had her name and phone number on it. I looked up at her and smiled.“Thank you, Christina. I look forward to seeing you again.”She looked at me and smiled. “How about this afternoon? Today is my early shift and get off at 2. My roommate Josie will be home.”I looked at Sam and Cindy. Cindy was smiling and nodding her head. Sam still refused to meet my eyes.“We’d love to. Just tell us. She was going to change, too, although I thought jeans and a sweatshirt suited her just fine.She joined me, wearing a thick, white terry bathrobe. In a familiar move, she sat at the other end of the couch, turned to her side, brought her legs up and, with her good foot, shoved my legs out of the way. Satisfied, she tossed the Afghan blanket over our legs and watched TV.As her foot moved up my leg, arousal started. I was now well trained, I realized with a smile. Lifting one leg, I let her.