When the doors opened, she grinned at the sight. A train car full of the meanest, nastiest looking men. Men who were no doubt in local gangs, criminal... even. She was in danger, she knew that for sure. Even a strong, independent woman like her would start to shake in fear at the feeling.And yet, she was also getting wet. She bit her lip. The danger, the unknown aftermath of what was about to happen. It was all so...fulfilling. She loved it! She knew her life could end tonight if one thing went. The fan was going to be decorated with white egrets on it and lotus blossoms. Charles had even arranged for the pink on the lotus blossoms to be gone over with blacklight ink so the flowers would glow. Anthony gave Charles the design and gave him the business card of a tattoo artist named Joyce whose specialty was covering up old tattoos or freshening them up to look like new, and covering scars or birth marks. He scheduled an appointment with Joyce for Christmas Day. Charles planned on. Nina was a real bitc, I knew that. She looked at my naked figure, touching and feeling here and there.I said, “Do you like what you saw Nina? You brother is mad for my ass. His mouth drools when he looks at my ass. He even has licked my anus” I was surprised by my own openness. I put my hands on my hips and let her gaze at my breasts.“Mmmm, you are a sexy angel Bhabi!” smiled my nanad, “and what nice boobies you have. So much nice. Can I suck them please? Just relax and let me show you what. Swat. “Debbie, do you understand?” I said raising my voice slightly. SWAT. “Shit, that hurts. Yes I understand,” Debbie cried out, “Two.” “I expect answers, Deb. We’ll start again at one.” I raised the paddle and brought it down with a crack on her left cheek. Swat. “One,” she gasped. The next four came quickly in the middle of her butt and each was answered with the correct numbers. Swat. “Five.” Swat...Swat “Six, SEVEN. OUCHHHH. Oh my god, that really hurts,” Deb cried.