It is 36x20x10 inches and its full.He walks over to me and smacks my asshole hard with a small paddle. I yell out from the pain. He smacks me four mor... times. Each one harder then the next. By the last one I have fallen onto the bed crying. He had some lotion somewhere and he starts to massage my butt."You know this happens when you don't listen"Once I have stopped crying and my ass feels better. "Take of you pajama top"He starts to rub my breasts and pinch and nibble on my nipples. I can feel. (She's a red-head and finds that the wig gives her an alternate persona.) Two dangling clip-on earrings and I get to look. Upon seeing my reflection, I made the closest approximation to a squeal that my throat would allow. The noise was not planned, it's just that I was so excited that I squealed!We went into the other room to try out what clothes would fit and flatter. (This is where I need a reality check: I'm fully made up and about to try on numerous outfits!) We started with a miracle bra. " There were already two to take their places, but they were so excited from seeing Barbara swallow two mouthfuls of jism, they were ready to explode now. They quickly moved, one on each side of Barbara's face. Barbara held her head back and opened her mouth ready for more hot white spunk. They both blew their loads at almost the same time. A few spurts managed to make in Barbara's mouth, but most splattered on her face. She cleaned them both up, licking any remaining cream left on their cocks. I held his hand as I stepped out onto the bath mat, where I knelt.“M ... David, please let me call you Master, or sir.”He sighed – I’d disappointed him again. “Very well, Julia.” He turned away and ran the shower, adjusting the temperature, then shed his robe and led me into the cubicle. His touch ... was gentle. Careful. Impersonal? Maybe. We were under the shower for an age as he shampooed my hair and tried to tease the tangles out.He dried my back and wrapped – clumsily – my hair in a towel,.