"Either way, after receiving each stripe, you will thank me for my efforts and beg me to deliver the next one. Should you fail to offer thanks or requ...st the next stroke within 5 seconds, then the preceding cut will not count and will be repeated."As he waited for Becca's reply, James idly swung the leather crop back and forth in front of the kneeling figure, seeming to delight in a display of torment for the poor woman who was being forced to decide on the severity of her own punishment.Becca. Anyway, goodnight... 'He mumbled something, smiling softly, and I turned to go back to my house. But then I looked back, and he was still standing at the door looking after me, and I smiled awkwardly, unable to prevent running my eyes over his legs and body again.I woke up in the night with a throbbing erection, and I stroked my penis, thinking about the boy — had his cock really started to harden as we looked at each other?In the morning I showered and shaved — standing in the shower reminded. I really don?t like any racist behaviour and this is one thing my wife just can?t get ? all of us are really same no matter what colour we are born with. Anyway, the elevator stopped again at the 40th floor and the old black janitor got in, having finished his job for the day getting ready to go home. He pulled the cleaning trolley in possible to ?deposit? back in the Facilities office on the 1st floor. While doing so, he accidentally brushed against my wife and I could see the hatred in her. Every breath was sweet air that rushed past her post-coital skin. He imbibed it with relish, drunk on aftersex and bliss.“I think I love you, babe,” he mumbled.“Oh really?” she purred. “Love me how?”“With all my heart.”Under his body, she seemed to swell at his confession. He was pleased. His arms and legs grew heavy and sleep encroached upon him. Before he gave in to it, he wanted her, needed her, to know.“I love how that sounds, Jared,” she whispered. “Please say it again.”“I love you with.