They went in and found some seats and sat down waiting for the band to start. He went to get them some drinks, while she sat at the table. A frien... of hers from school came over and talked with her for a while. While he walked around talking to people he knew. They drank heavy most of the night and got into an argument half way through the night. She wanted to go home and he wanted to stay. This angered him and was his excuse to drink even more. And since he was driving she had no. She sniffed, and I saw she was crying as she wiped her eyes with her hand, ‘Come, we must go, we go out through the back.’She grabbed my hand and although I was still unsteady on my legs she managed to lead me out of the room where the mamasan was waiting and she was as upset as Nin. She was saying something in Thai and wringing her hands. Nin said she was saying she had no choice or the police would shut her down. I laid my hand on her arm and told Nin to tell her that I did not blame her. The. Nicola, like myself, was a good girl, from a good family, who never caused any trouble at school, but she had discovered that forgetting to hand in her Geography homework would lead to an after-school detention. She had cried even before Alison Marshall had asked her to come and bend over her knee for that first ever spanking but had also soon discovered that although it was a painful experience, being spanked was quite nice. It left her with a very tingly feeling between her legs and she began. “I'm going to fuck your beautiful cunt,” gasped Bumfelt, standing, unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants and shorts. His hard member springing forth, pre-cum glistening on the swollen head. “Do it then. Fuck my tight pussy,” hissed Roxanne, opening her legs, her wet lips an open invitation. “Fuck me, Eddie.” He did. He fucked the shit out of her on the table. On a chair. Back on the table. Under the table. On a second chair and finally over the table. Roxanne gasped in delight. She had.