Getting my hair cut short was the best disguise I could have used." She looked at me accusingly. "But it didn't fool you." That's because I'm an Essex...boy. Essex boys have got nous." I said putting on my Estuary English accent.Smiling broadly Cate replied. "Well I'm an Essex Girl, and you know what they say about them?" A much undeserved reputation. Any way you aren't wearing white stilettos." I did when I started out. I must have looked a sight. All that long hair, make-up plastered on with. The feel of the satiny skin arouses Marion, the sight of the dancing cheeks puts her in acstasy. „All right, everyone,“ the Mistress says to the crowd, after a time. „Do you think she ought to be flogged?“ „YES!!!“ they shout out in unison. Marion spreads the girl's legs, then goes to work with the cat. The nine lashes fly thought the air, catching the blonde on her butt. Repeatedly, Mario nbatters the snowy white skin, as it becomes criss-crossed with pink „cat scratches“. „Stick that tush. Great, I thought. Now I’ll have to socialize and sit through a football game when I could be using the time on more important things at home. I accepted his offer of a cold beer and settled into the sofa. I’ve never followed sports so I looked around the living room. Except for a couple of small framed portraits of him with his wife, there were no personal decorations. That’s when I remembered that he lived elsewhere but kept a furnished apartment for when he was teaching. At the end of the. She says it’s too messy.” “My husband is like that, too. But, he’s worse. He thinks that any oral sex is disgusting because ‘that’s where people pee.’ ” I thought about my wife and the vows I’d made to her, vows that I had never broken. I thought about Sherrie and the vows she had mad to her husband. I thought about her kids in college. I thought about my married kids and my grandkids. I thought about all the reasons to get the check and leave. Then a strange phenomenon took over. The.