She wondered though what Oliver would do when he read the note. Alison stood at the gate of the Monastery for brief moment,an icy wind came in off the...sea below,she suddenly felt nervous ,but was resolved to do this,she walked inside the gate and along the pathway that led to the little chapel.Alison entered the medieval chapel ,a strong smell of incense hung in air and burning candles flickered causing shadows to dance around the walls. She looked at the altar and bowed slightly,not really. The ad read, "Men watch and/or help in your wife's or girlfriend's exam and vise versa. Local doctor seeks couples (bi preferred) for special exams at my home or office. I would like bi males, not very experienced, but eager to learn." Only to fulfill one of my fantasies, my husband, Rich agreed and sent off an e-mail to him. He set up a meeting in a bar that we all can find on the agreed upon day, and we talked over drinks.We got along well, and he invited us to follow him in our car to his. “We are about fifteen minutes from home. I’m about to fucking explode. We aren’t going to wait. I’m going to punish you right here, right now.” It was never a debate on whether I’d be punished or not when I had been bad. Those were the rules. If he didn’t punish me then I wouldn’t learn from my mistakes. I knew that, but shivered slightly nonetheless. I was worried about what was in store for me. He opened the back door to the SUV. “Get in,” he said in a low growl. He followed me in and ordered. There were no pleasantries at all."Why is the layover so long in New York?" I asked."As I said before you will be met there for a briefing. It's all very routine," she promised me.As I expected I had a terrible time sleeping that night. I didn't bother to pack before I tried to sleep, I knew that I would have plenty of time in the morning. Since I had everything laid out for my trip, it wouldn't be hard to pack. Mostly it was panties, bras, tee shirts, pull over sweaters and jeans. I figured I.