Her entire body was alive to the touch of the crop but it was the pain she wanted to feel. She wanted her bum to sting. Mike raised the crop and swung...it in the direction of Melissa’s bum. The next touch of the crop gave Melissa exactly what she craved. It contacted across both cheeks. There was a loud crack; like distant thunder from far off storm clouds. Melissa yelped out loud at the sudden impact. She panted for a while and then she felt the sting emanate out from her cheeks. It spread like. ”Her response was to grab my hand and drag me into bed. As we kissed, I continued exploring her body with my hands. The incredible firmness of her ass and the sensuous curves of her waist. The tantalizingly soft pillows of her breasts and best of all, the wet heat of her pussy. Once my hand found her center, I couldn’t break away. I was delirious, feeling the chubby lips of her labia through the softness of her pubic hair and the rubbery little bump of her clitoris. But it all was overshadowed. He showed me his hands, and they were the hands of a real working class man. Scarred, rough, but nimble and clever, made to twist knobs, match gears, or hold spanners. That's when I wondered how his cold, uneven fingers would feel on my skin."I'm Charles Owen, and I'm a union man. I'm a worker, just like you are, and I've known tough. I've been beaten and jailed by the coppers and I am still fighting." A union? We don't hold with your bolshie lot hereabouts!" said Harry, my gangmate."Says who?". "I'm sorry for looking!" She screamed. "Please don't tell anyone." Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" I asked. I was the one doing malicious acts, not her."We're you masturbating? It's perfectly normal for boys to do that right? So you didn't do anything wrong." She said. Her face was red and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she saw most of what I did. "I heard the sound of your laptop and I thought you were chocking so I came to see." Her words made it official that she saw me right.