“Where is this heading, Sharon?” I asked myself. I often talk to myself like that. Just then I heard his footsteps in the loft. I heard him coming...down the ladder and within a minute he was standing at the entrance of the bathroom.“Mind if I join you,” he asked, glancing around.“Sure if you think both of us can be in here at the same time, it’s pretty tiny,” I said.He stepped in and kissed me. Both of us had on only our jeans and no shirts. He put his arms around me, my breasts crushed against. Her skirt was lifted off of the smallpart of her ass that was still covered and she was being spanked bysomeone with a very strong swing. The blows to her ass stung and shetried to fight but the awkward position and the strength of the personor persons holding her was too much. The hand blows to her ass stoppedafter about 6 swats. Barbie was afraid to speak, afraid to move. Thenthe beating of her ass began again, only this time the source ofpunishment came from a leather belt. With each smack. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘But let’s be careful.’When Alan tapped on the door of room 842 it opened at once, as though there had never been any doubt that the invitation would be accepted. The small bald man made one more attempt to communicate in Hungarian but succeeded only in conveying the information that his partner (wife?) was named Magda. Then he sat on a sofa beside her. Alan and Trish took in an elegantly dressed woman, more pretty than beautiful, with dark hair and eyes, a full, sensuous. " A grey and brown bearded face, enclosed in a mechanized combat suit, appeared briefly as the man acknowledged his orders. Daniel opened another channel and the image of a young, short haired woman with the distinguishable figure of someone growing up in low gravity environment, dressed in in a flight suit appeared on his display. "Hi Stefanie, Augustin is on his way down. Get your Transporter ready for launch." The most unruly pilot he had known throughout his military career actually gave.