Then we go home.” Her eyes sparkled when she smiled and announced, “I’m not sore anymore!” She rolled her butt on the ground. “See?”I chuc...led and shook my head.“We should pack up first, then have sex, and then leave,” she told me. “I might be too tired to pack after sex and I don’t want to stay here another day. I want real food.”“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”“It is. Let’s pack.”Packing takes longer than unpacking. Rachael made that observation several times. I didn’t comment. She had. I sat near the window as I use to love to look out the window. Brad asked what I had planned to do in town. I said just look around the shops until the car was fixed which would be around three or four in the afternoon. I asked Brad if he was still going to look for a job, seeing he was all dressed in black slacks, a white shirt with a black tie. He said more than likely he would go to a few places and fill out more application forms which would more than likely get rejected. I looked at Brad. Sandra was grabbed and turned over on her face. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her ass and she heard a slap of leather against flesh. Sandra cried out in pain. Again came the leather against her defenseless asscheeks. After 5 lashes, Maria came around in front of Sandra. "I can do this all day, can you?" she asked. "Now are you ready to do what I tell you?" Sandra could only weakly nod her head against the carpet. Hands turned Sandra over on her back. The carpet made the welts on her ass. It just has to be pinktonight! Every girly-boy loves pink!' I thought, as my cock beganstruggling to free itself from the vice-like grip of my thighs. My satinlace-trimmed bra, my matching panties and my garter belt sent shivers upand down my spine as I held them to my face. I say 'MY' because I hadcome to truly believe that all the wondrous intimates in both homes wereMINE! The perfumed sachets that Auntie Evie had scattered throughout herdresser drawers infused all her delicates with the.