‘You don’t need it, but good luck.’ He gave her a cheesy, overblown wink and before she even finished laughing at him, he was gone. ************...** Four hours later, Anna was still laughing, but this time at Sam. ‘You can’t be serious,’ she said, looking down at herself in the yellow sundress she had on. They were inside a trendy little boutique and, in her opinion, way out of their league. Or, out of hers, at least. After Jay left that morning, she’d met Sam for breakfast in the hotel. He didn’t stop touching me as he sucked on my nipple aggressively.“Fuck me baby, hard, I’m losing it” I really was losing it. I didn’t understand why he was still stalling with aggressive foreplay.“You want some BDSM shit?” he said with his mouth leaving my nipple. He didn’t get a response because I was only interested in feeling his long dick inside of me. He took off my blindfold first, and then my cuffs but still held my hands tightly on the bed afterward with his masculine grip on my. I could feel tears in my eyes, the pain was so severe, then she moved the crop back to my cock, which was still as hard as it had been, I saw her hand flick, expecting to feel the tip of the crop against my cock, I cried out. But it didn’t touch me, I felt a strong gust of wind, as the crop passed me.She then placed a hand on my butt, her soft fingers, light touch, a hint of her nails against my skin. She made several circles with her hand, then, slap, the sting different to that from the crop,. "Thanks to your lady friend," a man at the next table said, and thewhole restaurant burst into spontaneous applause. I did a littlecurtsey and resumed my seat. Our table top was a shambles, and thewaiters swiftly replaced our tablecloth and salvaged what remained ofour dinners. A new bottle of wine was produced compliments of themanagement, and we both sat there sipping in silence. I stole a glanceat the compact in my purse to make sure my wig was still on straight,wondering if this episode.