Her hair was done up in a bun. Diner was served and was fabulous. When the clock stuck 8:00 P.M., everyone followed Kevin to the recreation room. ...evin explained it was the custom that after dinner, all would retire here for punishment if needed. Otherwise, it would be a time to just relax for a while. All the slaves are required to watch the others being punished. Kevin directed Lisa over to what was called the whipping rack. He explained that a regular slave was picked to be punished. Kessler ate a fine dinner and waited for the auction to start. At first he was just going to pick the first woman he saw, and interview her as soon as they were safely away from this place. He was unsure if Chenosh would do as she said, and he wanted to make sure the woman he was interviewing would feel safe, so she could be honest when answering his questions.Chenosh smiled as she watched the senator from across the room, his thoughts humorous to her.'Whatever your concerns my dear senator, I. A beautiful, long, curly haired brunette babe wearing a tight, black bikini, see through short,white sarong, and strappy, flesh toned strappy heels stared right at her old friend, half-naked and fucking his wife in somebody else's living room. Her face would remind you a bit of Stephanie McMahon, with dimples, but not nearly as slutty looking. She looks like the babe that could serve you at a coffee shop, or an intern secretary at the doctors' office.She smirked, "Caught red handed! Or red. .. Randall and Carol ... go home and rest up, or whatever.”There was a moment of tension, then laughter.He continued, “Rehearsal starts at six tonight – be here no later than 5:15, please. Take care of that wig, Carol. Take care of Carol, Randall ... go home, you two. God, your children will be so beautiful.”That made Carol blush a little. I grabbed her hand and gave her a big kiss and said, “He’s right you know, we will have beautiful children.”On our way back to the theatre, I decided to.