‘Do you want another spanking, or are you going to eat your food,’ his plate now empty, with his coffee half drunk, with one arm dangling over the... back of his chair. He noticed I had placed one hand between my legs, aimlessly rubbing. I picked up my barm-cake and tucked in. The juices dripping down my chin onto my tits. Looking down, I flushed a little, as I saw the drips falling off my nipples down to my cunt. My nipples starting to harden again, I picked up a paper napkin and between my. I have to go, but I'll make it up to you, I promise,” he said as he finished dressing, kissed me, and left out the door.I got up, glanced out the middle window in my apartment room, then turned on the tv. I thought it was on when we were fucking, maybe we hit the remote or something. “That must have been the flash I saw, no one saw us. What else could it have been?” I asked myself. I put it out of my head and went to take a shower, then sat down with my favorite ice cream, cookies and cream,. So why does he suddenly, forgive the expression, fall at Rose's feet like a lovestruck teenager?"Because that's what I wish happened to me, I wanted to say. That wasn't the right answer, though: it had to make sense within the story."Miss, just because you don't think it's likely doesn't mean it can't happen, right?" You are right. However, you must consider that if you introduce such unlikely things you will break the readers' suspension of disbelief. They will be yanked back into the. They tried to play the 'if you have nothing to fear' card on me. I interrupted him."Excuse me. I have been on the edge of law enforcement for a number of years, now. I have already agreed to meet with you or your representative. I am very familiar with the tactics you are trying on me. You are about to loose my cooperation."Now, if you want to meet with me in my room, or at a dining room, feel free to join me. Otherwise stop following me, and harassing me. So, what is your decision?" I asked.