If they went for drinks now, he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep from talking too much, or diving into bed if she so much as crooked a finger to...him.“Yeah, plenty of shit to go around.” He sipped his coffee, and then made an excuse to head back to the relative safety of his office. If only Oana understood what he was going through, it would all be alright.Oana wanted to cry, but from long experience knew it would only make her temples ache, and her face puffy. She was furious at Chet, and. "Yes, Mistress," you reply. You kiss and lick the leather end of the crop as she holds it tight to you lips."Enough," she says. She steps behind you and stings your naked ass with the crop, making you yelp in pain and surprise. She hits hard, and leaves a small red mark on your round ass. "Count for me, slave! They don't count unless you do! We'll start again at one." Again she slaps you hard on the ass."One!" you cry out, then "Two, Three, ouch, Four, owww, Five!" as she delivers four more. ? "Am I forgiven, then?" Not quite."? Her voice was again full of the warm humor I'd liked abouther from the first.? "But you're getting there." What's going to happen to us when I go ahead with this?"?I questioned."Oh, so you think there is an us to consider here?" I have to admit I probably don't deserve it."? My answer came out in awhisper.? "But I can still hope, can't I?" Yes."? Her own voice was husky.? "You can.? We'll both be damned busyout there, but I'm sure we can manage to get. “He slowly got down. “ Al, man plea- “ I smacked him again for speaking out of turn. Without even a warning of the direction this was going I unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers. His eyes grew wide as he began to process what was going on. It might have been the adrenaline but whatever it was had my every bit of 12.5 inch black dick rock solid. He blinked rapidly as he saw the veins that decorated my long, thick, curved dick that you only hear about in fantasies. “ Suck my fucking dick.