“I could…help you, you know?” I immediately felt foolish after that. Now he was the one almost choking on his beer.“What? No! You’re my frie...nd. I can’t ask that of you!” “You’re not really asking, i’m offering.” I said. “Still. It’s not okay. I could never look you in the eyes again if you did that.” I thought for a a bit. “I know how we could solve that problem. Give me your shirt.”“I really don’t think…”“Give it or I’ll take it from you!” “Ooh, yes ma’am!” he said, with a grin on his face. I. “I am going to warm up your bottom with a hand spanking first before we move on to the strap and the cane.” Without further ado he began to spank my poor bum cheeks.After a few minutes, he stopped and I tried to get up.“I told you to keep still,” he growled. “For trying to get up, I will start again.”He began to examine his handiwork, his fingers moving around my bum cheeks, along my thighs and then along my now moist slit.“You can’t touch me there,” I said with more confidence than I felt.“Be. I tapped the glass and motioned him in. He reluctantly dropped the rake and came in.“That does not look like it is going to stop any time soon” I said and took a sip from my steaming tea. “Come in, sit down, can I get you a drink?”“Nah! It’s ok. I don’t mind. The sooner I get it done, the better! The little prat was heading back outside. I didn’t want my fucking garden done! I couldn’t care less, I didn’t have £20 cash on me and I could get my b/f to do it for free. But I had not seen him in a. The water made my boxers cling to me, leaving not much to the imagination.I held out my hand and she cautiously took it and stepped in. She closed her eyes as the water coursed over her. Immediately a muddy pool formed under her as the the weeks of travel grime washed away. The dirt from continuous plodding in hot conditions, mud from water crossings, the diesel residue from migrant trains, the filth from the truck that had carried her from Nogales to National City plus tears and sweat. It.