Never as a tourist, always as a working girl. Sometimes it was for a Nooner, but usually for an all-nighter. Any smart whore – I'm talking about fuc...king by appointment, usually, not as a street-walker – always carries her own shampoo, tooth paste and tooth brush, clean underwear, etc. One never knows when a guy wants to change a short date into a full night. So long as he carries enough cash, or even a credit card, no sweat. Though my fucking lawyer charges me my left tit to run a card number. ‘Actually, she is not sounding repentant at all. Give her ten more and make it a little harder this time,’ said Matt and Sherry scowled at her sweetheart but he remained unmoved. ‘Ouch One thank you, Sir!’ said Sherry as the first hard spank landed. ‘Owww Two thank you, Sir!’ said Sherry as the second spank landed and did know what hurt more, the increased intensity of the spank or the ignominy of the spanking. Regardless, it helped Sherry slip completely into her helpless penitent role much to. " I'll just bet you would, you loutish brute." I told you that sex would change things between us. You used to call me your best friend, and now I am reduced to being a loutish brute. I guess this means that the friendship is over, and we are reduced to just being ... what's the term ... ah, yes ... fuck buddies." Fuck buddies ... hmmm ... fuck buddies. I almost like the sound of it. It has a bit of a ring to it. But is that all we are?" You're fishing again, and I may have no choice but to. I was about to get fucked. I wanted to stop him, to scream out ‘No!’ but I knew it would do no good. I nursed my anger and told myself that if things had been different, if there hadn’t been a video, if there hadn’t been a butterfly tattoo, if there hadn’t been a spiky black leather collar then I would have fought him with all my being. I told myself that, but I wasn’t sure if I was lying or not. I was kind of liking my leash. I liked the way it made me feel, as if I was so sexy that Uncle.