She was so interesting, I lost track of time. “Well, I guess I should be going,” she said. I looked up. The party had really cleared out. 3:30, my...watch said. “Wow, where did everyone go?” I laughed. “Hey, I would really like to see you again,” I said. “Come with me to get my coat and I’ll give you my number,” she replied. I followed her into Bill’s bedroom, upstairs in the loft. I knew she must be someone special, only a few people got to leave their coats in Bill’s room. Mine was there too.. ” Justine sat beside me on the bed, wearing only a pair of knickers and a bra. “So, do you want to see my tits?” There was only one possible response. “Yes, Mistress.” Justine reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. I gasped as her perfect B cup boobs came on display. “You perhaps wish they were a bit bigger but…” “They’re perfect, Mistress.” I saw Justine smile as some inner glow warmed her. “Perfect?” “Yes, Mistress. Perfect,” I confirmed. Justine studied my face for a few seconds,. .and then...WHACK, her bare hand contacts my cheeks. The thinmaterial of the panty provides no protection at all. While these bare-handed slaps sting, I can tolerate them. But I know that's just the warm-up. After five or ten of these, I've come to expect she's moving on.All at once she picks up the wooden paddle and lands a severe blow. Thenanother, and another. And so it continues. She might give me twenty, orforty, or however many she feels like. I don't know as I lose any abilityto focus.. Miyoko said she would make it especially for him. He wondered if she would rub the avocado on her pussy. No, of course not. Sometimes he knew he had some weird ideas, however he wondered if the taste of the avocado would change much with pussy juice on it. Lunch was good but he wanted something more; but she wasn’t available. Michael wondered if he could slide his tongue all the way in to her vagina. She was so tight; probably not. The pilot came on the intercom and announced that the plane.