Although I haven't known him for long, and although he is my first boyfriend, I sometimes think I would like to marry him - especially when we are hav...ng sex. But I really wish he was more romantic with me. I suppose I would like to go to a hotel with him: there are plenty of places in town where they don't ask any questions, and where you can book a room for just a few hours. Instead we are still doing it up against the wall of the barangay captain's office. And, worse still, I learned last. “Would you like to hunt before we put up the five log sections we have in here? Of course, we could put off hunting and spend the day working on the outhouse – up to you.”She glanced at him. “That isn’t for me to decide. You’re the boss. We’ll do whatever you say.”“Baby, you work right alongside me doing the same things I do, and you were dog tired yesterday. You’ve mentioned that you used to go hunting occasionally while you were in the field. Why don’t we take a break and go hunting this. ?Do you want to use your safe phrase?? She refused to answer.She heard movement at the table.?Perhaps,? he said, ?this will change your mind.?She felt a sharp sting. He used a riding crop now and the small contact surface was like a bee sting. He only applied a few hits to her cheeks and then his attention moved to her anus. He whipped her anus with the crop. It hurt, but was also strangely erotic. She felt the warmth grow in her pussy as her clit strained for release. She almost wished her. Furthermore, it was unlikely that any of his neighbours would welcome a black girl into the neighbourhood if he were ever to ask her to live with him. The few years of the Government of National Unity and the many more years of strict immigration control had wiped clean any pretence England might once have had of being a harmonious multicultural society.Lindiwe would much rather be living in Larry's nondescript semi-detached house than the rundown squat in Redhill where she shared a room with.