The goon guarding the front door saw me. He nodded to his friend who had his back to me.“Behind you Charlie,” the thug said, standing by the door....harlie turned and smiled. He thought it was another customer. He started to make his way back to the gate. We both met at the entrance. He stood on the inside holding the gate, and I stood on the outside, my right-hand holding the baton behind my back.“What’s up bro,” Charlie said.“I’ve come back,” I said.“Well if it isn’t the pussy,” he said.. Even during this times, whenever I masturbate I always used to think of her. Her tits.Her beautiful lips. Her booty. One day, I changed my Facebook display picture and in what seemed like an hour my smartphone buzzed, and I saw the ping from her in Messenger ‘nice pic’.Then, we started talking casually and our texting slowly become a routine. We used to text often due to the fact that IT companies are always stressful and smartphone is the only relief available.We shared our new phone numbers.. " Oh, God..." Bernice covered her face."You might as well say it..." Ever since that night at the party when you gave Miriam to Frank and we had sex ... It was just so good and I felt wonderful -- warm and protected..." She looked away. "I think it was then. But you had Miriam -- then suddenly you didn't, and I wondered if it was because of me..." And you wanted it to be," Randy husked."Yes." I'm not sure that's how it went," Randy sighed. "No, I know it wasn't. But..." But?" But it was real. ‘Oh Gah-…’ she moaned. Annalise was loving this total concentration on her body. She was in subspace now, and did not want it to end. Suddenly, a very hard strike across her bottom! She yelped and jumped, but the rope held her in place. Now the paddle was striking her lightly again, and she understood. The hard strike brought her back down, then the soft allowed her to drift again. He was controlling her subspace. It made her incredibly wet, and she was moaning as waited for the next.