Or to a park…what do you say?-I loved it. Omar had never taken me to somewhere like that. All he had done was allowing me to dress as I wished. I wa...ted more than that, and for a sincere love in a way a woman desires, I was even ready to dress against my wish as he says. But he never did.-well…sounds like a great idea. When shall we depart?--well…study till 2pm…then?--deal-While I was studying, I got a call from Omar. I answered.-peace, Omar, how are you?--peace too, hameeda. I am as usual.. With just a few pointers, it’s easy to avoid ever going too far hurting someone, without having to whimp out, and not give her the punishment she craves.Start low and slow, and ramp up. If you don’t know how aggressive you need to be, start low and slowly increase the intensity until you reach the desired level.Choose your spots carefully. The fleshy part of the ass can take an incredible amount of punishment, but skin over bone can not. You should never be hitting someone on the spine, the. How convenient.I decided to call her cell and see what she says. I watched through my binoculars as they talked, laughed and touched. I wondered if she was stroking his leg with her stocking toes. That seems to be her trademark move as she did that with me and Gary all those years ago receiving a broken ankle for her efforts. She picked up her cell on the second ring and looked at it then let it go to voicemail. Now, I was not only hurt, I was pissed. I hit repeat. This time she answered.I said. I realized that I was still dressed and swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She must have gone to bed in the spare room to not wake me. Then I noticed I had blood on my shirt, so I started to unbutton it. Ginger looked up eagerly from the floor, probably anxious to get out to pee.Still feeling groggy I shuffled into the bathroom to pee myself as I pulled off my shirt. Ginger padded in and looked at me expectantly. “Just a minute girl,” I said as I finished and flushed. “Let’s get.