"Well what?" I replied."I'm naked, what about you?" she replied.I got undressed and sat at the table. Michelle seemed a lot more comfortable now than ...he did when I first picked her up. We talked for a while and I could tell that she was a tough girl. She was outspoken and deliberate. She asked me if I liked her body. I told her that I did and she replied by telling me that she used to be bigger. She had lost weight being on the street and she liked the way she looked. She said that two weeks. Made me feel very welcome as soon as I got in...wish I could feel like that in my own house. We talked a bit on how my trip was coming out from Arizona. Said it was a bit tiring (I had driven) but seeing her in person more than made up for it.We had spent many hours on ICQ, chatting and just general BS so it felt like we knew other quite a bit already. Bill, her husband, seemed a little bit unsure...we haven’t included him very much in our chats so he seemed just a bit uncomfortable with me. Then at least, if he did show up, hours later and cocky with it, she would have the last laugh. She wrenched the door open, almost careering into a visitor. Harry. How in the hell had he gotten up the lift without being buzzed into the building? She scowled at him, her black mood dissipating. He wore beige-ish moleskins, a dark blue ti-shirt, comfy-looking skate shoes and a wicked grin. One dimple taunted her. His blue eyes twinkled at her, mocking her anger. “Hey Lady. Goin’ somewhere?” “I...”. Even young Alan, I noticed, gave me three spanks, and I swear I noticed Jack enjoying a turn, although it was not easy identifying individuals from my upside-down position.Eventually, all who wanted to had spanked me and my bottom was turning a nice shade of pink I suppose. I know it was smarting nicely and felt very warm. As always, being spanked had started the wetness between my legs, which I hoped the lads would not notice. That hope lasted all of ten seconds.As soon as they flipped me back.