She was whipping his ass with some sort of strap, and she was doing it hard. He flinched every time she hit him. The sound of the strap cracking acros... his bare ass was loud enough that I could hear it through the closed window.She stopped whipping him then, and she moved away for a moment. I couldn't see what she was doing, her back was turned. When she came back to him, she had a huge black cock bobbing in front of her. It was one of those strap-on things. She took up position behind him, and. I finally had the chance to figure things out when I met Leila. I was 21 and working as a bartender. The men there would always yell at me, telling me to take off my shirt or to stand up on the bar. I would always refuse, but that didn't stop some unlawful squeezing of my rump. I hated it. It was a chilly late summer-early fall night, not that busy, when Leila walked in. She was wearing simply a pair of black skinny jeans and a cute red top, her heels making her nearly a head above the average. On the basketball court a pickup game was in progress in earnest. Well, it wasn't exactly the usual kind of game. The two sides shot hoops and dodged in and out as usual, but the defensive play by each team took on a comical twist. Friend or foe, players seemed to target Vic with well-aimed ball tosses that managed to hit him right where it hurts. Guarding around Vic involved slaps to his bare ass and grabs to his crotch as much as fair-play bumping.After ten minutes of ball abuse of all kinds,. I will address you as you will me.”A little smirk presses to his lips. “Alright, Detective,” he says. “But I cannot go around calling you Detective Valerievna.”“Why not?” she asks as the look of confusion warps her face.“Because it is simply too long,” he says. “I mean imagine me going around saying, ‘What do you think, Detective Valerievna?’ or ‘See what we have here, Detective Valerievna?’ It’s quite a bit to say.”“But that is my name,” the woman says, even more confused.“I know that,” Curtis.