There was none of the “fishiness” Barry always complained about; did it taste as good? “I’m not sure I could do that.” Juliet appeared unconvinced, so I added, “besides, where would we get a whip?”
She smiled gently at me before responding. Black porn I twitched, but the fear was much worse than the sensation, and I motioned for Juliet to continue. I tried looking everywhere in the room except at the trim girl who very nearly was my daughter, but I could feel the heat of my blush. And Juliet was planning to major in psychology, wasn’t she? What had happened to my little girl, the high school honors student and Sunday school star? When she flinched after the last stroke, I couldn’t bring myself to hit her slightly reddened buns again. Otherwise you wouldn’t be making the point properly.”
Maybe we’d need another plan.
