Governing all aspects of everyday life of the Blacks in South African cities, Apartheid policy forced them to live in townships far removed from their...places of work, and the meagre wages they received for mostly unskilled labour (you have heard about job reservation for Whites, haven't you?) or as domestics made them find their own solution to their transport needs. And it is exactly here that praise, well, maybe not exactly, must be sung for the one vehicle most suited to these conditions:. ‘Oh, God, Ann, me, too! Ahh! Ahhh!’ Eventually, sated, they slid to their knees in the tub and stayed there, arms around each other, while the hot spray continued to pelt down on them. ‘Lonnie, you…you’re incredible!’ Ann told the young man, her chest heaving. ‘You aren’t so bad…yourself,’ Lonnie panted. They finished their shower, got out of the tub, dried off, and retired to Ann’s bedroom. She sat, nude, in front of her dressing table, blow-drying and combing out her hair, which had gotten. The bell rings at 11:30 and I see him in his uniform all hunky standing at the door, I let him in and tell him to make himself comfortable, he asks me if he can use the loo to freshen up as he came directly up. I told him for sure. He goes in and comes out with a washed face and asks me for a napkin to wipe it. He makes himself comfortable on the couch and we begin to talk, general stuff and then regular heroines and movies and then the talk turned to marriage and he asks if I was not going to. Five or six more followed, striking her ass at different angles and in slightly different places. These stung and wrung cries from the stretched woman. Soon her entire bottom was colored red and Don delivered the next stroke to her stomach. However, this was once again the light, teasing stroke, bringing no pain at all. Several times he lightly touched her flat stomach, the fronts of her thighs, and her tight breasts with the teasing leather. Then again without warning a sharp blow landed.