There is another difference. The bullwhip has been traded for a long, stiff dressage whip that touches the back of your legs every time you need encou...agement or correction. It is nothing like whipping, just tipping - gently touching your skin but somehow the impact is enormous. The effect of constantly being corrected and pushed and perfected is something you can not yet cope with.The almost clinical approach, efficient, straight, strict and never ever a raised voice, just constant reminders. The guy up front was obviously in control and he was a huge mountain of a man. Chocolate skinned , six foot four, muscled and dressed in leathers, this was Big Willie, a notorious character in the area. He was followed by his gang, a strange mix of two Latino guys, small Willie, his little brother and Freddie a white gang-banger wannabie.Big Willie marched over and took Therese from his man's grasp and dragged her by her protesting arm down the dark alleyway to the side of the bar. Not wanting. I make her wear the corset ,stockings under a short skirt, a slightly revealing blouse and we go to our favoured restaurant,where all the staff know us,she is quite embarrassed and gets even more so as she twice catch the waiter looking down her shirt,she is about to tell him off but i stop that and make her undo one more button to give him a good view,the waiter keeps coming at our table continuously,perving at her at all the time as i pretend to not notice it,Andrea is blushing and i make her. "Yeah, but you’re my best friend, Harry. It’s different," Ron said."She’s our best friend, too, Ron. The only difference is that you can snog her in public and not get called a poof," and then Harry leaned in and kissed Ron, intending it to be a "cheer up" kind of kiss, but the moment their lips met, and Ron’s mouth opened slightly, "that" need set in and Harry lost all control of his tongue. It brushed across Ron’s pouty lower lip and plunged into his welcoming mouth.With no hesitation, Ron.