“We are going to have a talk tomorrow.”Uncle Bob was still yelling in the other room while Aunt Jackie tried to talk him down. Mom and Dad were ha...ing a whispered conversation that didn’t look pleasant for either of them. Nessa shrugged and grabbed Richard’s hand to head for the door to leave. Richard’s head swung between Nessa and his son.“Sleep well, kids,” Nessa said. “And Shawna, don’t come back too early. Richard and I want to sleep in.”“We do?” a confused Richard asked as he allowed. My friend John slides into a table with you and then me, as we sit back and look around the room. It is pretty full and many of the men have girls giving table dances around us. We have a couple more drinks and are joking about the show you put on in the bar when a girl asks John if he would like a dance. He says yes and she proceeds to stand on a stool in front of him and as she removes her clothes and starts to rub her tits in his face she supports herself on his outer thigh and your thigh. If he was spotted or heard after dark, they would hunt him down and find him. He scanned the edge of the forest on his right and looked for a break in the trees. Finally, he saw one. About a hundred feet ahead of him, a dirt road curved into the trees and seemed to disappear. It seemed a little sketchy but he didn't have any choice. The sun was about to set and he was running out of time. He pulled his car between the trees before turning it off and stepping out. He looked around before. Early on in the process in their path to self discovery, she had reached out to a number of self proclaimed Dommes on the web for tips on how to proceed and succeed in such a relationship. Most had been very forthcoming in providing useful advice and knowledge. Almost all of them had insisted that a vital part in a slave’s training and maintenance had to be regular discipline sessions. There was nothing like a hot, rosy red behind to ensure enthusiastic service and devotion, they had said. .