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David had drawn her into an embrace, kissed her lightly on the mouth and told her how much he’d enjoyed being with her that evening. Then, instead of releasing her he had suddenly bent her forward, trapping her under his arm. And with his free hand he had given her two hard swats on the behind, one on each cheek, before releasing her and stepping back. When she had straightened, gasping and outraged, he had simply laid one hand gently along the side of her face and said, “Try not to be late tomorrow, all right?” Then he had smiled at her, turned and left without another word. Chelsea had been mad enough to spit, and had come close to charging after him and giving him a piece of her mind. Telling him to get lost and never try to contact her again. Instead she had stood there, mouth open, panting with…rage, she’d told herself. Then she had hurried inside. She’d pushed the button for the elevator – then pushed it again when it didn’t arrive quickly enough. The moment she was safely inside with the door closed, and had pushed the button for her floor, she had hiked up her skirt and thrust both hands down the back of her panties. She’d felt the heat of her skin in the two places where David had struck her…and asian moaned out japanese loud. By the time the elevator door had opened on her floor she was already using one hand to hold up her skirt while the other had moved between her legs and was stroking furiously. She’d stopped long enough to hustle to her apartment door and unlock it, hurry inside and close it behind her before tearing off every stitch of clothing exotic and collapsing onto her back right there on the floor to japan finish what she’d started, this time imagining that David had not only continued to spank her there in the vestibule but had pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties to do it. Afterwards she had lain there on the floor in a daze, wondering what was happening to her. And when she had finally dragged herself to bed she had slept fitfully, her mind filled with disturbing dreams and images. But the next day she had arrived fifteen minutes early for her date with David. He had arrived exactly on time, and although neither of them mentioned anything about what had happened the previous night, there had been a knowing look in his eyes when he saw her waiting there that had absolutely infuriated her – and made her wish she’d had the nerve to deliberately arrive late. Though she hadn’t been sure if it was because she wanted to assert herself or because of what might have happened if she’d done so. The rest of the date had gone very well. The art exhibit had stimulated their conversation to a whole new and deeper level, and the afternoon bitch outing had segued into dinner without ever being discussed. Also not discussed was the fact that Chelsea would be going home with David that night, because they both knew it. David had turned out to be a strong, confident lover, just as Chelsea had hoped. He had taken her by the shoulders and kissed her, pressing her back against the door to his apartment the moment it was closed behind them. He had taken both her wrists in one of his big hands and stretched her arms over her head, holding her in his gaze as he raised his free hand to take hold of her chin and run his thumb across her lips. He had caressed and fondled her through her clothing, taking possession of her, until Chelsea had felt that if he let go of her wrists she would simply collapse. But he had let go, and she had continued to stand there, not even lowering her arms, pinned there by his gaze. Until he told her to take off her blouse… And then her skirt… His first girlfriend broke up with him and I asked her why and she said he was a rotten fuck. I was concentrated in pulling Baxter away from that other dog, japan and you were occupied staring at his dick?” I watched them size up the room, strip quickly, and lie down right next to us. Feeling energized, last night was the best sleep I’ve gotten in exotic a long time, I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to drain the tank. “And she sure likes showing it.” bitch Harry added. He might turn himself into a girl. She sighed, resting her head softly against his asian still shoulder. We were both nervous as we rode down the hotel elevator. “I think I’m there,” Jane announced with a goofy smile. japanese Maybe he’s happy with the videos that I brought back the day that I went there straight from work. Claudia somehow wedged Robert into her Beetle and Jill and I waved them on their way.