Two of my guys will enter. You will have to perform with them. I will stay by –As he said that, he rubbed my right arm from my palm to my shoulder. ... smiled and agreed.Later I went with him for the dinner. It was great. He was spending well for me.– I should thank you a lot, Mr Takeda –– it is just Takeda. No need of Mr, and you are welcome –It was fun having dinner with him. But his real dangerous self was revealed to me only later.Unlike Okinawa, Takeda was not much into touching me in public. Then I saw her mother getting up from a chaise lounge looking our way, smiling. She was taller than Clara and very statuesque, a real bombshell of a figure, all contained in a bikini that looked even smaller than the one Clara had on."Richaaad, how nice you could come, call me Vivian, please," she announced in her somewhat Southern, but cultured, drawl as she strode up, extending her hand which I took. She was, I knew from Clara, forty-three but what I didn't know until I saw her was her. "The sound of those big black rough hands hitting my white whore Tgirl bubble butt ass cheeks drove me crazy. Over the slow music I could hear some of them hollering and yelling..."You fucking BBC-teasing white slut whore bitch." We're gonna **** your white whore Tgirl fuck slut ass."I have to say that I loved hearing that last comment! My white whore Tgirl fuck slut ass was now red with welts and I loved it! I got up and started "slut-dancing" again to the end of the stage. A rough-looking big. This would be a long punishment, since Wendy had attempted to lie to Burnside by not telling her about her C+. However, Burnside was not planning to whip Wendy that night. Waiting would be part of her punishment. It was significant that Burnside was not planning to do the one thing that truly would hurt Wendy, take away her art supplies. Burnside knew the importance of Wendy’s art as part of her therapy. The loss of her art supplies truly would be a severe punishment to Wendy, but one, thought.