Its just another things to make me feel confused. I didn't know if it hurt of felt good.Day 33I couldn't help myself; I talked back to her today. She ...as telling me to put on this silly maid's uniform and I went into a strop and said no. She warned me once and I went still, realising what I'd done. I breathed a sigh of relief when the punishment bar came out. I shouldn't have, it was no spanking this time, but a canning. It really hurt, even though one of her hands was stroking my hanging. ."She stared at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks, tears always worked with Jonah and she knew it Celeste: "It's...it's...it's you, you wont talk to me, you wont tell me whats wrong, what have i done wrong"Jonah grabbed her hand, he dared take one glance into her eyes, what he saw was the thing he didn't want to see, she was hurting and he was causing it, not in a physical way but in an emotional wayJonah: "Its not you, you have done nothing wrong, its just i dont know, i dont want to. Still, it's not every day you get to dip your wick into a soft Lady Don! My two companions, me remaining junior 3rd Mates, were equally delighted with the spoils and having a good bit of randy sport that didn't include either the participation of either Nasty Ned or young Bobby, me cabin boy.Her equally ill-favored companions seemed to take immediate exception to my advances. Her guardian was a rat terrier faced shrew of advancing years and equivalent sour temperament. She rattled off a series. She lived with a couple of friends in an apartment uptown. I was shocked by the way she answered the door. She had on a tight pair of tapered leather pants with a tight tank top and her leather jacket. I thought my cock would get hard right there, but I managed to fight off the erection. She had on lots of make-up and lipstick, with her dangly earrings and her hair fixed just right. She looked like the absolute epitome of the high fashion biker slut."Hi there," she greeted me. "I'll be ready in.