‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ ‘Your ass, sweetheart,’ he raised his empty cup at me. ‘Who wouldn’t want to hit that?’ That...was it. The final straw. When I had finally collected all my items, I snatched the newspaper and headed for the door. I was home free. After facing off against the single strangest man I’d ever met, I’d be able to go home and forget the whole thing. With a bitter scowl on my lips, I glanced down at my watch. I’d missed my class completely, and the next didn’t. Nats was so interested that she was reading very seriously and in mean while in mid story Mats came out to hall where I was sitting and listening to songs. Mats: Natwar are these stories in real as lot of people are writing different stories which feels a bit odd to me!Me: Yes many are real instances and its not odd, as sexual pleasures are very common and it not a fault but sometimes limits also matters.Mats: How are you saying these?Me: Let me explain you in my way. Just close your eyes and. Once his mission – whatever it was – came to a satisfactory conclusion, he would leave the woman raped, tortured, and beaten to death, as a warning to those who wished to capture him. Locals often made the sign of the cross whenever he came up. It was that scary to them.This particular wartime spy seemed to move around a lot. Whatever nation was running him seemed to be content to keep him on the move, so as to avoid an embarrassing capture and interrogation. As the dead piled up behind him, my. So I smacked her ass a little harder. “Harder.” So I did. “Harder!” I gave her one more smack a little bit harder. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close, “If you want to be my man you got to stop pussyfooting around and smack that ass as hard as you can and get this shit started right.” That was all I needed she I moved behind her. She bent over a little and pulled her shirt up so it wouldn’t get in the way and with all the strength I had I pulled my arm back and gave her the hardest.