I had to let go.* I heard the doorbell from inside her house. I didn't feel impatient as I waited. This was progress. I'd wait day and night until som...eone answered the door, but I prayed to God that someone did, and that someone would be Gretchen. I missed those thick black glasses, I missed her beautiful black hair, I missed her fair white skin and the cute little pimple on her cheek; I missed it all. The door finally swung open and my prayers were answered . She stood before me as she held. I WANT TO FUCK HER SO BAD! Sobegins my fantasy. Maybe she reads erotic sex storiesand will think of me!I had an appointment with Deena on Wednesday nightaround nine that night. She wanted this time as Ihaven’t been with her in a while and she wanted to cutmy hair again. I arrived at her hair salon to find most of thehairdressers were already gone. Deena saw me waiting andgave me a smile, as she was finishing up a femalecustomer. The last hairdresser gathered up her belongings andwalked. ” There was only one thing for him to smack from this position, and she could feel her eyes start to tear up just at the thought of it. With no preamble, a hand slapped hard across her pussy, making her whole body jerk with the pain. A second one and the tears spilled over. The third made her chest shake with a sob, but no sound came out.The hand on her hair shifted, and she could feel her head directed to lean against somebody’s shoulder. “Do you think you can be good now? I’m perfectly happy. "I have no idea how to feel about that. If your guys fuck up, it's me and Fat Jack who will pay for it," I explained."Don't worry this is not an official operation. Your friends from the Church Camp will be handling the dirty part of the operation," Morris said."At least that is comforting. Maybe they won't kill us by mistake," I suggested."Well they won't have to play by the same rules as me. Hell, you don't play by the rules either, you know?" she commented."Yeah, that's what I hear, but you.