?Oh no!? protestai, non troppo convinta inverita? ?Ti prego non cos?, mi vergogno!? le dissi, mentre diventavo rossa comeun peperone. ?Silenzio? fece...Marika ?questo ? il modomigliore di sculacciare le ragazze viziate.? Sicuramente era un?esperta di questesituazioni. Chissa? quante volte aveva sculacciato le sue amanti. Pensai. Piu?che una punizione era certamente un gioco erotico. Tutto da scoprire. Rimanemmo l?, come sospese nel tempo; latensione era palpabile nell?aria. Era un momento. The men were all looking meek and shy, almost cringing in their little dresses as they tried to ignore the glances from the women, who were talking loud, laughing. They were all between genders, with the women taller, their chins and faces more masculine, their arms and legs more muscular. The men, of course, with their lavish hair and little feminine uniforms, their lipstick and rouge, looked far more girls than the girls looked like boys, but it was clear they were each becoming the other. He. Erika Adams."The bound blonde felt the knot being untied behind her head the Marx unwound it from holding in the cloth. Not-to-gently, Marx then pulled the black cloth from out of Erika's mouth."It's at home," Erika gasped, "Untie me and I will take you there to get it."Erika hardly got the words out before Marx shoved the cloth back into Erika's mouth and retied the rope hold it in there, this time tighter than before. The nylon rope felt as if it was cutting into the sides of her mouth."Thank. ‭”You are fine. I just have to put the bread in the oven then dinner will be on the table,” she said turning her back on me.‭Maurine smile then followed her into the kitchen. I had never been inside Mary Beth’s house, but I was able to follow the sound of the evening news into the den where I found Michael.‭”Hello Michael how is it going?” I asked. He naturally assumed I meant our little project.‭”Your friend Gerome has filmed the layout of the land. Now he wants me to give a lecture about the.