“Doesn’t make much difference either way,” I sipped and stared off. “My head or theirs, I’m off my game.”His phone beeped, literally. I di...n’t know anyone had a simple beep for a ringtone.“Shit. I need to take care of this,” he said. “Um, I need to run.” He waved for the bill. “This was fun though, can we do this again? I don’t want to be forward.”“No, no. You’re not being forward.”He stood. “What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night?”“I guess I’m waiting for an invitation,” and my inner. Katie, her sister's oldest daughter, was on the verge of beautiful. Her ash blonde hair framed a face highlighted by crystal blue eyes and a healthy smile. Her cute little nose had picked up a light band of freckles from the summer sun but, otherwise, her skin was flawless. She'd been one of the top high school gymnasts in her home state. Her cute round butt and tight, flexible body fueled several of my fantasies. I'd never actually touch her that way. Even though she was now eighteen, she was. He had her tender, tight little brown anus right in front of his eyes. Christ! he said to himself, if I can get the old Sludge-Pump in there it'll be a miracle... but by Christ I'm gonna get it in if I have to drill a new hole... I'll teach the horny slut to ever smack me across the face. His coarse, simple mind still held a grudge against the girl, not only for striking him on the nose: She had treated him like dirt. In this case, he laughed lewdly to himself, revenge will be sweet!With her. "Mistress, there's this girl in my neighborhood who..." 5 strokes for lying." No Mistress, I'll tell..."She slapped me, "5 more for saying no to me. Pull me back," she said to one of the trainers. Whimpering, Timmy cowered on the floor. They alternated beating his back with their canes. Timmy screamed and sobbed into the floor, his back an incandescent sea of pain.She grabbed his hair and pulled up his tear-streaked face up. "Now who taught you, slave?"Timmy hiccupped and said, "Mmmmistress,.