Gasping from the intensity, you break away from him and try to catch your breath. Every fiber of your being is trembling, you have never wanted anyone... so much in you entire life. He leans in closer to you and whispers into your ear a sweet adieu. He gives you his number and you return the favor. His lips caress yours one more time and he promises to see you on the morrow. Dream Guy II Bleary-eyed from tossing and turning in your sleep all night, you stumble through your house enjoying the. We used a five-meter dip net off the stern instead of a big weighted bottom-dragger net like the factory ships used. It was a balancing act to watch the depth sounder and work the hoist. We didn't want to foul it on any submerged wrecks or other junk. We worked the flats off of Nantucket and a bit north into the Bay of Fundy. The waters between Maine and Nova Scotia weren't that deep but you still had to be careful when the winds came up. Since we worked a dip net that didn't trash the bottom. I started to moan in pleasure. Then .... WHACK .... the hardest hit on my ass checks w/ the biggest, stongest branch he could find ... "Did I say you can moan bitch".Muffled by my panties, i said "No sir, Sorry sir".He started to whip my ass w/ the branch. Harder and harder as he went on. Biting onto my panties, trying not to moan or scream. I was only aloud to count. One after another, ass cheeks, legs, arms, and thighs ... he stopped at 75 shots. I could feel the blood running down my legs,. " Barely managing not to spit out his milk Robin followed the butler to theold grandfather clock that was the secret entrance to the batcave. Herushed down the archaic stone staircase, expecting to find just aboutanything. Anything except what he actually saw. The cave was bathed in artificial light. At the center of it all wasBruce. He was dressed in a green apron, yellow latex gloves, and a pollenmask. Carrying a spray water bottle in one hand and pruning sheers inanother, he walked around.