Another CRACK and I yelped and cursed and fell on my elbows. He held me in that position with a handful of my blonde hair. He liked grabbing my hair. ...And I liked it, too. Not too hard, not too soft, just a perfect amount of strength to use on a willing and wanton woman like me.With my back arched and my butt sticking out in such a delightfully humiliating pose, he CRACKED, CRACKED and struck at me repeatedly until my whimpering became a long, sustained groan. He patted me lightly, then CRACKED. " Not now, I have to get dressed first." You told her, but you won't tell me?" Well she told me some things, I had to tell her something." So tell me." Later. But first what do you think of this?" Steven held a pair ofcranberry colored pleated knit slacks. It extended to just below Steven'sknees. It's zipper and button fastener were in the back."I don't know, try them on?"Steven did as requested. Then asked, "How do they look?" Then hecontinued with a witty remark, "to they make my butt. .. he had imagined how she would look beneath that shapeless Mac, had fantasised about her nakedness beneath that garment, and the opportunity to see for himself.She was as he'd suspected, completely naked beneath that coat.She was as he'd thought, incredible.Her breasts were full and perfectly round, her nipples hard, and a beautiful dark pink in colour, they seemed to be inviting him to touch ... to stroke ... to suckle on them.He stood holding his breath, as his eyes travelled down to her. She sat down next to me on the sofa as the music came on. "So," she said, putting on a mock teacher voice, "what are the main reasons for music?" I babbled about entertainment and other things and she nodded and said, "Yes, but you're forgetting the most important reason. To dance!" I laughed as she stood up and started to dance to the music. She beckoned for me to join her so i gulped down the rest of my wine and joined her. I didn't really know what to do so i just started dancing a metre.