I was not very good at this part.“Yeah, I would” she said softly. “I enjoy your company”I smiled, relieved. Before I could respond she continu...d: “And not just when we’re… you know…naked” she grinned as I gave her a coy look “but also our conversations. I like getting to know you for you.”Taken aback I wasn’t sure what to say, so, as always, I returned to humor.“So that’s a 5pm on Friday afternoon?” I pantomimed licking my fingers and flipping through a note pad. She laughed and I gave her a. ..”“But what?”“But I think I can sort of guess what it is.”“So what is—”“Well, I can’t tell you, can I?” She rolled her eyes. “I mean, I might be wrong. And even if I’m not...” She shrugged. “You know. So, you’ll go see her tonight?”“I’ll check with Vicky that it’s all right for me to be home late. It shouldn’t be a problem, but if she says no, I’ll let you know.”Emily nodded. After a pause, she said, “Rissa couldn’t tell me what happened in the bathroom. She says she can’t remember. Something. Even had I been able to speak, it would not have stopped anything. This was the agreement. His limits, not mine. He did as I wanted, and he then did as he wanted.A few more minutes and a third stroke of the whip, but not on my arse. This one caught the backs of my thighs, as my whole body shook in pain. My tits felt as if they were being wrenched away from my body, and below the waist was as hot as a volcano.I lost count of the strokes of the whip o my body, lost track of everything. I was. ” I’d be rich. I could buy all the art supplies I wanted and go to every good concert that came to town. I could even buy a car. “Well…” “How about we start next Saturday, say noon to six?” “Okay,” I said. “And come a little early so I can get some of that young pussy.” I didn’t say anything to that, but it was like the icing on the cake. I really wanted to feel that fat hunk of meat stretching out my pussy. When I was leaving the store I noticed the sketch of me was no longer in the window. I.