"Shit sorry Lizzy." matt scrambled to grab the towel before ducking into his room. I wanted to follow, I stood there for a few moment trying to shake ...he thought. But I couldn't... And I didn't want to. I found myself dressing in the most skin tight cloths I could find, showing off my assets. I could feel his eyes on me and saw the sly grins plastered across his face. I couldn't believe how turned on I got around him. I lay on my bed and suddenly I didn't care if the thoughts I had were wrong,. I set my purse and the phone on the floor, and then arranged a throw pillow against the end of the couch. I curled up on the couch, half leaning and half lying, and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels, wondering if he really would call or not. Even odds said I had heard the last from him I ever would. That was just fine by me.+++ The air was cold, the night bright with a full moon, the stars shining like I hadn't seen since I was a kid. I was in the dessert somehow, the ground. My mind wondered what it was that was flashing through their minds as they eyed me up and down. Some of their looks were menacing and leering…Victor had taken the car keys with him, leaving the windows down and the heat was becoming unbearable as I sat in my own sweat.“I need to go out”. I said to the nearer armed guard, but he just smiled, showing his perfect pearl teeth against his very black skin.“No, Madam, these men there will gang fuck you” He said politely, pointing at several black men. “Smack!” It landed across the girl’s bottom a moment later.Miss Tweedy felt it. It did hurt, even if the older woman had not put a great deal of force behind it. The twenty-eight-year-old Geography Mistress swayed but held onto the seat of the chair and awaited the next stroke.“Smack!” Miss Manson landed the tan-coloured strap flat against the young woman’s buttocks.“Smack!” Pauline deliberately laid the stroke on as light as she could.She returned the strap to her right shoulder before.