"Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed it! "My mum warned me about you Yanks. ...You can call me Ruth."David had met Ruth two days earlier, when she had come to the American Embassy to confirm David's appoinment. Her looks were nothing to write home about; an aging spinster, was his first assessment. As they had bantered, while he signed various papers she needed, they had bantered, and she had flirted terrribly. Now she was. The slaver’s calls penetrate her concentration to send an occasional tremor snaking down her spine, fear created once more of where she may find herself in a short hour as fingers brazenly stroke and search as she displays her beauty and insolence before them. Writhing in succulent offering, her hands glide effortlessly over the sinuous plane of slave belly. Trained slave’s body continues to betray the girl’s most innermost desires as she moves upon the raised platform in supplication to the. I walked to the back door and silently turned the knob and opened the door.Whack ... Whack ... Poor Larry. I could hear the sounds of something hard hitting the poor boy's flesh. I walked to the entry to the living room. Larry was completely nude kneeling on the floor with his battered bottom upraised and his forearms resting on the rug. His buttocks showed many welts, some fresh and some faded by different degrees.The big blonde Inga was dressed in a tube top which was barely able to restrain. We had breakfast in the morning and then sadly drove out of town to come home, making the best of the situation. And we are still the absolute best of friends. The power exchange that happened that night was immense.Before, I had been the strong one, and she was leaning on me for support, even maybe for the will to go on. She needed me more than I did her, and I was joyful to be her rock. Now, I am the needful one, the little girl who is stinging from her first hard crush, the emotional.