"Queen H'adĭn," whispered Lacie.The sun was doing its work. Its rays mingled with her thoughts, concentrated now on her face, now warming her breast....It created strange, moist tingles in the places she so frustratingly wasn't allowed to share with the open air.Her eyes closed.A shadow passed in front of her. The tall, slender figure, superbly feminine, was clad only in a ring of coloured tassels around her hips. She stood between Lacie and the sun. Her silhouette against the bright light looked. The punishments that were described often as not brought the husband to very real tears. Spankings - and canings - left husbands and boyfriends in fear of their wife or girlfriend. Welts endured for days and, with a cane, sometimes weeks - reminders of past misbehaviors and admonishments to behave ‘good’ in future.Wives spoke of their husband ‘sobbing’ after they’d thoroughly punished them, tears on their face and unable to compose themselves for as much as an hour after the discipline.Almost. ” “Where?’ “Just follow me down the stairs. I’ve found a storage room where excess mattresses for hospital beds are stored.” “Lead the way, Hon,” I replied. We stood up, Edna took my hand in hers, we went down another flight of stairs and down the hallway until we came to a door with the word “STORAGE” on it. “Here it is, Phil," she said, as she opened the door and led me into the room. Then she found the light switch and turned the room lights on. I could see a room full of mattresses stacked. Cum.She watched at Kimba began stroking herself while taking a man.She watched as Kimba came. She watched as Kimba tried to get outof the Cum Pit. The bouncer bashed her gently back into the Pit.When you go in, you don't get out.But Chantel knew that Kimba, like Leslie and slut, was atransvestite. Dianna, however, was not. And, it seemed, thatDianna had finally found her home. She had stripped off herdress, and was now only in stockings and heels and corset,sucking one cock and stroking.