“We’d better go, Monica,” I said, after I realized that she wasn’t going to thank me for the expensive gift. Indian sex Anything you want.”
“Thanks!” she said gaily. “I’ve heard about weirdos like him who like to have their asses kicked! “So, you want to be a slave, do you?” she asked with an evil, yet playful look in her eye. But now it was Randy who did most of the whipping. “You again?” she would ask me, crinkling up her pretty nose. The only time either of them talked to me was to ask for more money. Randy is PISSED!”
I was frightened for my life and she was making the whole thing out to be a joke – but then, I guess it was just a joke to her. In the end, though, despite my initial apprehension, I was thrilled! “The fuckin’ worm’s playing with himself, Monica!”
She turned around and slapped me silly.
