I got to the meeting spot at 2:45 and she was already there waiting---dressed as I had instructed her in my earlier phone call---I watched her for the...next 20 minutes---then I silently walk up behind her---she did not try to turn around until I started kissing her neck and ears and my hands cupped her full breasts---she tried to turn to see who was doing these things to her---but I stopped her and whispered into her ear---do not try to look at me---I then unbutton the blose she had on and as I. The whip-masterwas a veteran, and despite the obvious temptation did not focus solely on thosetender orbs. Up and down her body the leather roved, leaving its redweals in its wake. He varied his targets, giving her no chance to predictwhether the nest stroke would sear her already bloodied back… 'Nnnnnhhh.' ...leave a trickle of blood from some new cut across her abdomen… ' Ohhh haaamm.' …kiss her heaving tits and firm nipples with its acid fire… 'uuUU nnhhh !' …or add. I was thinking that mom would appreciate the simple outfit."Hi!" mom said with a bright smile, letting us in, kissing us both. And it seemed that Amy wasn't the only one who had been thinking about wearing a sexy outfit. There was mom in a pair of the shortest of shorts. She knew she had the legs and thighs of a woman ten years younger and she loved showing them off. And on top she wore a simple white halter top which left her flat, now tanned stomach bare. The halter top was cut right below. ‘One…two…’ Mr. Patterson started counting, but Punk Rocker and Battle Dog were already charging for them. ‘Three! Fire!’ Punk Rocker knew this was probably the end for him, but, at least, he had gone out fighting. Right before his very eyes, however, a miracle happened. Maybe all of his prayers were heard by God after all. His skin turned into stone right as all three security guards fired at him, and the bullets ricocheted off of him harmlessly. The security guards were taken a bit by.