“I’m going to make you fucking scream.”He did too, he was an incredible lover, God knows how many times he made me cum until we finally broke ap...rt.“What time is it?” I asked him.“Just after nine, why?”“Take me out.”“Eh?”“Oh,” he said and looked crestfallen.“Charlie, it’s still early, take me out, I want a drink, but not just a drink, I want to stand at a bar with you, with your arm around me, I want to dance with you, feeling you holding me close,.I want everyone to see us, I don’t want to. " Yes sweetie, I will spank you and because you asked me so nicely, I may forgive you after."He lay across her lap and Ellen for the first time in years felt her hand smack an ass. She kept it up for a while. She could feel the sissy squirming in her lap. She could feel the hard on he had. She was getting sexually stimulated too. It is a heady feeling to have a grown man, although in this case sissy boy, in her lap getting his ass slapped. She felt the power, as the sissy cried for her. While. He went downstairs bought some sandwiches and juice from the supermarket next door, grabbed a coffee just as the on-site Starbucks was shutting, and grabbed the lift back up to the 18th floor. It stopped on the way up at the 10th, the doors opened; no-one was there. That annoyed him so bloody much! Just as the doors were closing again, a very well-heeled, high-heeled, toe blocked the sliding door. It slid open and she stepped in. She would have said something; some greeting or other, but Dick’s. The main thing we found out about the Sharks was that they had subdivided South LA into districts that were ruled by nine lower-level managers. The top manager who was overseeing the whole operation and was reaping most of the benefits was actually in a minimum security prison serving the last eight months of a sentence for some trivial crime.The cops and district attorney's (DA) office were gloating that they had put away Miguel Mendoza, the kingpin of the Sharks, but the Sharks were laughing.