. perhaps. Now... youdo know how to take a spanking don't you?" Yes Mistress..." I whimper."Good, then you will show me..." The hand goes and the crop...slaps into mypoor backside..."One, Thank you Mistress, may I have another?" I squeal, trembling"Good, now.. we'll start again and this time, you will count, thank me,say you will remember to show respect to your betters, then ask foranother." She's caressing my ass again, "Won't you?" Yes Mistress.." I whimper, then tense as she removes her. As soon as we reentered the hotel lobby, I said, "if you give me the room for free, I'll let you fuck her when you get off tonight" and I held Kandi's coat open. He smiled and handed me a key. I winked and said we'd see him later. In the room, I locked the door and immediately began slapping Kandiaround for being such a bad whore. I shoved her to the bed, straddled her and slapped her face repeatedly, telling her what a fucking slut she was for sucking off 22 men in a back hallway of the bar.. Often when I looked at a Whistler or Renoir portrait—of perhaps a woman in a brightly painted kimono resting on a daybed—I looked into her face and divined that the artist had painted her right after he’d fucked her, his cum still floating in her eyes and her mouth puckered in the recent memory of the shape and movement of his cock.I endeavored to capture this mood earlier in multiple art forms—while she—or he, if the mood struck me—was still being fucked. I once had painted a male in the same. She'd put on some makeup and her plain features had been transformed into a face that was decidedly pretty. "Want me to help you pick out a ball?" I'm not completely helpless," she said, but smiled."No problem," said Bob, and unzipped the case he'd brought with him, pulling his own ball out."Oh, a ringer," said Karen. "You brought us suckers here so you could fleece us."Her use of the word "suckers" zipped into Bob's brain and he was unable to avoid thinking of another situation in which a.