Good so my backlash had had its effect. Serves her right.{Serves who right you’ll see at the end. Please do not come to any assumptions at the momen... because the conclusion is nowhere near what you presume it would be.}The train arrived and we boarded it and I was still quiet. I took the window seat and Shina was seated opposite to me. Puno was standing outside on the platform very close to the window. Shina was busy talking to her but her eyes were pleading for a glance from me. As the train. Sometimes, she would enter into the upstairs hallway closet and sneak deep breaths of the custom-made leather saddle remembering her shame and humiliation with a delight that defied all reason. Once, she was almost caught by the upstairs maid sniffing the familiar equipment and "touching up" her buttocks with the vicious forked end of her special riding crop. Fortunately, the poor creature was so surprised to find a fellow human being in the dark space that she was confused and did not. So, against his better judgment, Bob left. But he couldn't go home. After all that had happened, he had to hang around the house. He hid in the bushes and waited. He didn't have to wait long. Randy's car screeched to a halt halfway on the driveway and halfway in the yard and he got out yelling. He didn't sound all that drunk to Bob.When he charged through the door he was yelling, wanting to know why his ATM card didn't work and the machine simply insisted that the account was closed.Bob crept. She had instructed the plastic surgeon to give her nipples and very little more which he had done. Her hips and thighs were now virtually straight up and down with little if any curvature to her figure at all. Her face, though still beautiful, bore no makeup except for a little rouge on her cheeks and a hint of lipstick making her look like many of the adolescent beauty contest wannabes. She wore her hair in pigtails or ponytail and consented to all the mannerisms Randy wanted. She dressed like.