Her hair is a dark black that she keeps in a short ponytail going down to the bottom of her neck. All in all her 5, 5 figure was brilliant.She was now...moaning as rubbed her breasts now with both hands. Despite her attractiveness she had only had 2 boyfriends, due to her being very awkward. Neither was as forceful as she wanted them to be. This is because she was a hardcore submissive. Since the age of thirteen when she first looked at some porn sites, she hadn't thought about sex without. Once we were alone, it was easy to drive to the restaurant where the group hung out. It turned out to be a lively looking place, covered in carefully planned graffiti, and furnished with all kinds of cast off dining booths, tables and chairs.The helter-skelter look worked for some reason, and we found it to be comfortable, warm, and out of the Baltimore rain, which pleased us both greatly. When we walked in and found a seat, Angela hugged me to her, took my right hand and pushed it down inside. .come on!" she whined. "Please, I can fool them. I know it." Can't help ya' kid" I teased and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Fine, two can play at that game" she grinned evilly and reached into my shorts. She teased my cock in her soft little hands until it stood at attention for her, and started to rub the sensitive underside. "Yeah, you like that?" she whispered, kissing my neck. Her hands pumped my shaft and rubbed my head, making me shift every which way on the couch. "Melanie, come. ” The charm was still there, the welcome, but a thick layer of menace and want coated his voice. I turned my head but couldn’t move my legs, one hand still holding the bag on the copier. I watched him flex the crop in front of him, testing its give and its strength. His eyes went from my face and travelled down my body; I could feel him seeing me. They came back up to meet my gaze. “Bad girl.” I never saw his hand move, just heard the whoosh of air slicing and the crack, and the sharp sensation.