The leather fell, time and again, each with a call from her sister of “1, 2, 3,” at the buttocks it had monotonously grown to “20, 21” each st...inging stroke heating her skin but laying itself hard though not so bad as she expected. The lash saw the dip of her back, the chant, “40, 41, 42” the shoulders “49 50 change!” a moments silence, he appeared at the cupboard, selected the cane, and then returned to her starting just under her buttocks with a smart blow. Suddenly she realised the first 50. Though now we had begun taking his ATV to the trails, and stopping off in the back woods. I would stand and lean over him sucking his dick while he would lay with his back on the gas tank and hang his legs over the back rack of the three wheeler. While riding, I would always sit behind him, and I would reach around and jack his dick while we were riding the trails. Most trips, we would stop on the trail somewhere, and he would lay on the ground behind the ATV, and I would hold onto the back. And although I'm sure I have not figured it out all yet, what I have figured out so far about women and what it really takes to date them and have them...really blew my mind.So…to be more specific, I will share to you:- how can you date and have women like you were a sex symbol or a rock star, without necessarily having to be one;- the right way to approach women both online and in real life situations (and not just approaching them, but doing it with incredible success, by the way);- why it is. ”“I love you sweetheart,” Daddy called from the couch.Mom just gave me that look, that raised-eyebrow, condescending, I-know-what’s-best-for-you look. I patted my dad’s shoulder, went to my room, grabbed some overnight stuff and fled to Stephanie’s.~~~“Why does every guy have to attack my boobs?” I complained to Steph as I changed into my night clothes, a white T-shirt and Spankies, those tight fitting little pants that are kind of like underwear.“Ha!” she laughed. “You’re asking me?”It was.