.." he whispered, wondering. He gently slidanother finger past his folds, which were now wet with something otherthan water, and started to scissor a...nd and curl them, stroking thatsweet inner spot. His pussy was trembling and clenching, and he moanedin pleasure. He felt a new sensation, something small but hard thatwas swollen, begging for attention. His other hand left the nipple ithad been caressing and moved down, and gasped again as the questingfingers encountered the swollen nub of his. We ended up getting in a huge fight in the middle of the place, and he called me a slut, I told him "I'll show you what a slut is!" and I walk off...I spend a few minutes walking, trying to calm myself down and to some distance between us. But I wasn't calming down,I was thinking about everything he said, and getting angrier, more infuriated, and more willing to back up my last words to him, right at that moment I walked past a bathroom. "Fuck it!", it was in a part of the park that didn't. Did it wink at me?I think I was blushing about being so exposed and submissive. Ifanyone had walked in on us, I would have been humiliated. But Iwould have insisted that Mark continue.Mark gently rocked my legs back. My knees were against my ears andmy pussy was exposed to my man. I saw him looking at it lovinglyand his cock stiffened a notch. Mark told me later that he lovedseeing my seamed stockings and sandals framing my pussy and my"privates." He said it was the prettiest sight in the. As I looked around everything from Warhol to Rembrandt to Picasso Art, all which ringed the room. As I was soon to find out being an adult wouldn’t make any difference in my current situation. After a brief discussion with my boss stared at her me in disbelief as I looked for relief, yet to my horror found none. I wished I had treated the art collector with a little more respect. I had gone against his wishes.Marty opened his briefcase and retrieved a ruler length red painted long wood paddle..