Reporters heard him and turned her microphone to him. “What do you mean, Sir?”“I said: I’ve seen this before. When I was a working man ‘bout...forty years ago.”“What did you see then?” The reporter asked.“It was dem Riders. They was at war with dem Eye-talians. The Riders did the exact same thing. Killed like fifty of dem in one night. I thought the whole damn town was going to burn down.”The reporter smirked and said. “The Riders are a myth.”“Hmmf, shows what you know. I saw one. I was running. Mark was almost at the door when he remembered the big pink bag. Lindahad told him last time to bring it with him or there would beconsequences. Probably another spanking, Mark thought with a shudder.The humiliation of being bend over Linda's lap and spanked was aspainful as the spanking itself had been.With that in mind he headed back up to his room and shoved the bag underhis t-shirt, so no one would see it. He dropped the plastic bag with theboxers in the usual hiding spot for his. I won a scholarship to Princeton and studied Hotel and Restaurant Management. I had been living and working in Miami Beach at the Fountaine Blu Hotel. Then last year after Castro died in that electrical storm, the new government gave back the property that was taken form the original Cuban owners. When my family got back the hotel, they asked me to come back and run it for them. When do you think you will have cell phone service running in Havana? I miss my cell phone, almost as much as cable. Placing my hands on her tight firm ass checks that were now exposed. I could feel that she had taken off her shorts and was now wearing only a t shirt. She giggled in my ear and slipped her hot wet tongue into my ear. With my hands still firmly planted on her ass she released her grip and slipped her hands around to the front of my shorts. Within seconds she had reached into my shorts and was now stroking my shaft in her hands. She continued to whisper in my ear “my you have a large package.