You deserve more, baby." Collin, you couldn't be a pimple on my husband's cute ass. You're history. Don't call me again."I hung up. "Fuck. I'm a telep...th and an empath. Why didn't I see what was happening?"Because Collin wasn't important to you in the total scheme of things, Sandy said. Now, if I were you, I'd take Josh out to a crowded bar and check out a few men. Pick a shy man that's hung like a horse but isn't too full of himself, unlike your ex-fuck buddy.Josh laughed. If he's hung like a. Mere paas koi option nahin tha par achanak mein socha kyun na wait kiya jaaye aur agar aadhe ghante baad bus nahin aayi toh rickshaw leke nikal loonga. Aadha ghanta bitne ke baad bhi koi bus nahin aayi meri dusri cigarette bhi khatam ho chi thi ab waqt bhi bohat ho chuka thaJab time dekha tab 8.20 ho chuke the ab meine socha chalo rickshaw hi lete hain mein road pe rickshaw ko dekhta raha tab achanak saame ek car aayi uska front light mujh par gira mein thoda sa sarka aur phir rickshaw dekhne. "Yea, I am still a top, and I love giving others humiliation and pain. But, like you, I also love serving others occassionally. Only, next time, it will be your ass receiving the beating, not mine." She said with a big grin."Maybe, maybe not." Debbie replied. "Only time will tell." Hey, did you see the latest flyer from the Spanking Club? This month is the Sadie Hawkins Night." Marion replied."Yea, but what's that about." Debbie asked."Once a year the club believes that it's best for the tops. She became aware of another sensation. Her left arm, the arm that was dangling over the far edge of the table, was being touched. Stroked, really. Alex used the tips of his fingers to taunt her with the lightest, slowest sensation, hidden from view by the table. He was tracing the veins from her wrist to her inner elbow. And her every nerve ending was on fire from that simple touch. The nervous part of her mind — the practical side that, for years, had blocked any thought of Alex in any realm.