It was the girl. She had her legs spread all the way apart. I might be able to do that with my weight holding me down, like a cheerleader. She was doi...g it casually. Anyway, there was a long shot, getting all the bruises. Then there were detail shots from ankle to ankle. That scene was three nights ago and you can still count the stripes.Tuesday, I said that Mistress Cynthia did not draw blood, but that wasn't quite true. I should have said the skin never parted. Some of the welts had oozed. She smiled down at me, turned around a little, and poking out her backside she lifted up her skirt to flash me her ass, with her pussy just visible. “Like this?” she asked. “Perfect!” I grinned back at her, with my cock now clearly hardening and emerging from the bubbles. Looking back to the bar I could see that Cheryl was wearing a broad smile, having watched the whole scene.I rejoined Cheryl at the bar for a drink and we quickly became reengaged in our conversation. Like Cathy, she was also. Seventeen times Andy had reflexively pawed where Haley had bitten him on his collarbone during the song’s final thrumming beats. Seventeen times Andy had instantly relived the final, elongated thrust they shared as Haley’s bite put him over the edge. Seventeen times Andy had felt a stirring unlike any he’d had before that evening.As the song concluded and gave way to commercials, Andy snapped himself out of this train of thought. He wasn’t at the Dunphy residence to dwell on such things: Phil. "Ha Ha," he said, when they finally stopped laughing.They grinned at him.His dad said, "Chris, you've come such a long way since the beginning of this year. Do you remember watching Missing Persons, and how you used to think about running away?"Chris looked at them in shock. "You knew?" Sure, we pay attention. You aren't thinking about it anymore are you?" No way, how could I do that?" It's such a difference. We had all but given up." Given up!?" Yes, you were a tough problem last year," his.