She kept silent her desires, knowing that he will do as he pleases. She hoped he was enjoying the spanking he was giving her.When her ass was burning ...ot and glowing bright red, he stopped and got off the bed. Her hair had fallen over her face again due to her movements during the spanking, but he did not brush her hair aside this time. She waited again, burning, aching, breathing hard, wanting, and needing more of him. And he did not disappoint her. The next thing she felt was a sharp sting of. "Derek said when you could walk a half mile he would take us to watch the horses mate someday. He knows the fellow who owns the farm. Do you think you'd like to watch?"Maryanne was quiet. Sis said, "If you have any doubts, maybe you should call Marisa."I jumped in. "It's okay to call her just don't tell her that I told you about it. That's kind of private." Okay I'll think about it."The removal of the staples holding Maryanne's laceration together hurt a lot less than she had expected. On the. The fact there was always a few used rubbers there and sometimes the stale smell,of sweat, urine or semen attested to what youths andnot so Young used it for. One particular afternoon once I,d checked to see if anyone was watching me as I,d heard one of my classmates had been locked in when youths pushed an old table against the entrance door and it was only when some girls heard him shouting and pounding on the door was he released. It seemed a good time for collecting bottles as sexy games. ”“Okay, Mae -- see you around.”The following Sunday I parked outside the Asian market on Wells. Once inside I filled my basket with rice and noodle bowls and packs of ramen. When I arrived at the checkout I discovered Mae running the register.She began punching in prices without looking up. “Ten forty-seven,” she said.I handed her two bills. “Hi, Mae.”She looked up. “Len...” Then she reviewed my purchase. “This is what you’re buying?”“Yes -- for lunches and the odd dinner when I’m feeling.