" 'Ask for it... You have to ask for it or you don't get it.'" 'Spank me,' I whispered."'You're still missing something,' taunted Chrissy."'Spank me,...please,' I moaned." 'Still something missing.' she said" 'Spank me, please, Mistress.'" I hissed."'That's nice, but not what I was looking for.' she said sarcastically, and then added sternly, 'You didn't tell me that you like it.'" 'Spank me, please, Mistress. Missy likes it... Missy likes it... Missy needs it.' I was crying and writhing on. And I put my hand on her back and started caressing her back lightly.After a few minutes, my scared colleague loosened her grip but was still close to me with her face just 2-3 inches away from my face.The hot girl was breathing heavily, and I could feel her hot breaths on my face which were making me excited. So, I moved my face a little forward and touched her lips with mine. I was just touching her lips lightly but not moving closer.Our eyes were closed, and we were feeling each other’s. On stage the band had given up on muttering Michael McDonald and were now giving Steely Dan a shot. Voices lifting above the keyboard caught Kate’s attention and she leaned back in her chair, hoping to catch the conversation. Her smile ripened and her eyes widened as she tried to hold back a laugh. Jack leaned forward, nearly tipping the basket of shrimp shells sitting near his elbow. ‘Fill me in baby,’ he whispered in his best gumshoe lisp. Kate leaned towards him and using her hand as a. There were no knick knacks or cutesy stuffed animals that one might expect to find in a woman’s apartment. No photographs of family or friends. Nothing personal. “Did she leave the apartment like this?” McKay asked. “There wasn’t much to clean up. I tidied up the sofa bed and washed a few dishes.” Alice sat down on the sofa and began to cry softly, her shoulders jerking with faint spasms. After a moment she composed herself. “She always left the stereo playing so she wouldn’t feel so alone. I.