Stepping into Roxanne’s palatial west McKinney house, I was immediately struck by how formal it looked. Nothing was out of place and it was if I had...stepped into a house straight out of the pages of an upscale architectural magazine.It was shortly after noon, and Roxanne met me at the door, a glass of wine in hand and dressed “to the nines” in stiletto heels, skin-tight white leggings, and a lose-fitting designer blouse. Her hair was neatly styled, her mails were neatly manicured and she had a. One thing led to another, and after much suggestive talk Joani found herself wearing only a g-string, black thigh high stay-up stockings and black high heels. She then coached her young Black Man how to suspend her by her cuffed wrists from her bedroom's ceiling hook so that her feet just touched the floor. Once this task had been satisfactorily accomplished, Joani looked at her reflection in the many mirrors she had placed throughout her bedroom. Joani also noticed her new young. “I’m out,” Carter said and pushed his chips to the center.Connie added a ten chip to her stack. “Just you and me, sis,” Ron remarked as Steve dealt the river -- a ten.Ron placed a ten chip on the table. His sister picked up a ten and a five and added it to her bet. Ron replied with a twenty-five. Connie matched his twenty-five and Ron added another twenty-five to his bet. He stared into her eyes.She drew in a deep breath. “Fold,” she said and pushed her chips to the center.“It’s Ron’s pot,”. Alexa smiled at her friend, “Mine too.”Boarding the train, they both took a seat. Rush hour was over and there was plenty of room.Their spanked bottoms burned against the cloth seats. The heat trapped in their behinds was part of their punishment. Seated in public, they must endure their discipline with grace. It pleased them to respect their girl code for the fifteen-minute journey, especially when it hurt to do so.Alexa shifted uncomfortably as the heat built in her suit pants.Nicole smiled.