There weren't so many people in the cafeteria as had been at lunchtime, but I was still the object of a lot of staring. I managed my tray better than ...t lunch and had no accidents with my titties. Other than being served cafeteria style, the food was very good, probably on a par with the buffets I'd enjoyed earlier in the week. (Why could I remember trivia like that and not important things like my _name_?) I took more than I could finish, which got me a couple of comments from Andie about. "See that switch over there? Turn it off" she was speaking of the light switch. And without any slight thought of disobedience I did what she told me to do. The room was pitch black. "Great. I can't see." I began inching my way toward the wall when I heard Emma fling something in front of me. I bent down to where I heard it land and felt it to find out what it was. I felt it up and down and found out was her tank-top. Shortly thereafter, I heard for things hit the bathroom floor. It was now. Under the threat of even worse punishment if I didn’t obey, “show me your target” meant I had to take off everything I was wearing below my waste, panties or shoes and socks or half slips or whatever, and I had to hold up anything else, like a dress, that might block anyone’s view. Then when my bottom was totally on display, I had to go to what had become known as “the punishment corner” in the living room, bend over as far as I could while leaning against the wall, and reach back and pull my. She was buckling some sort of belt around herself. She moved and I saw with horror, that it was a strap-on, a strap-on with a massive black, veined phallus jutting out in front of her. I watched as she rubbed it with lube…………..“That was just after we’d had these, wasn’t it,” Emily said, cupping her breasts.“About six weeks, we were still adjusting to the extra size,” I said remembering.“I didn’t like them at first, but now, well now I love them,” Emily added.“So you both had them done, and your.