The flop contained a magic eight, giving me three-of-a-kind and a strong hand to stand my ground against a renowned and aggressive bully such as Carve...r. The four and six of different suits that accompanied it only added to my confidence, for if Ronnie had a big pair, his confidence would be sky high too and he'd bet accordingly. £20 went in, and I sighed quasi-grudgingly but followed and Jonesey picked up his cards, looked them over like he was trying to change the numbers and decided it wasn't. Her hand pulled off my shirt and it joined hers on the floor and she returned to those kisses. I had never felt so much from her and I then she started working those kiss down my neck until I groaned as she latched on to my right nipple. As she sucked and licked my nipple the fire in me growing and I grabbed her face pulling back to my lips again then I worked my way to her right nipple. Her hand worked its way up my side until she grabbed my breast and squeezed causing me to moan on her nipple. She shrugged as she laid out her line and snorted. “Uhh!” she moaned as she jerked her head up and her eyes rolled. She wasn’t listening. Nathan’s hand went back to her cunt and he called her one, “Are you a cunt?” Leila moaned on the effect of her rush and nodded yes. He kept rubbing, trying to arouse her and get her to focus on him. “Is that a yes? So, you saying you’re a cunt?” “Uhh!” Leila said, still nodding. “You look like a cunt, like some fucking cunt,” Nathan said, persisting in the. "One, sir!" God, it hurt and this was on the first one. There was another smack on my right cheek. "Two, sir!" Without any hesitation he repeated it again, first left then right cheek. "Three, sir! Four, sir!" He let them down with more force now causing me loss my balance on his knee. "Five, sir! Six, sir!" He placed his arm around the small of my back holding me in place. "Seven, sir! Eight, sir!" I was crying, tears rushing down my face. "I'll be good! I'll be good!" I protested, not really.