There is a lot of other men outside the booth and i am so embarrassed. He slaps my ass again and i cry out 'one'. I hear laughing from the men outside... He keeps slapping my ass and head turned away from the men outside the booth, i count. When i get to twenty he stops. I have tears in my eyes and I'm sobbing a little. He says "good girl" really soft, puts an arm around me, turns me around and starts kissing me. Forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I let him. I feel his whole body pressed up. I was very disappointed when I saw her walk away. She had turned out to be a very nice person and I had enjoyed our interaction immensely. I also loved the little hint of a sway that she had when walked across the room.What was happening to me, I wondered? Recently I had entertained two delightful women. My original plan had been to swear off women, and already I had found myself enjoying them immensely. I realized that I might need to make a decision to either stick to my plan or revise it.. She scolded him occasionally when he was being a little compulsive, but habits were hard to break and sometimes he did things just to annoy her since it so often worked to his advantage in the best possible ways. Who but Laci could ‘insta-fuck’ anytime, anywhere, and hardly get a hair out of place? Everything seemed easier or better when she was around. Sharing things with her made him feel like he was experiencing them for the first time. She never nagged or complained. She never demanded. ‘Just take the coffee.’ She reached for it and he saw her eyes open a little wider as her fingers felt both the top edge of his thumb as well as what he held against the cup under that thumb. She pulled the cup toward her and then she saw the twenty dollar bill there. She was afraid that she’d burst into tears, but she didn’t dare allow herself to, and just hung on, doing her best to hold it together. She really wanted to cry now. She had to get this out right now or she knew that she never.