Peter's curiosity got the best of him, he rummaged through the house finding Hank's secrets. He had remembered Hank's blow jobs but there wasn't any i...dication that they were real since he hadn't mentioned them or shown anything “pansy” since his arrival. Inside the house, Pete found nothing! Sitting on his rear deck, he checked a storage locker for a seat cushion and found his stash! Bra's, Panties, false breast, skirts, dresses and sex toys! Digging deeper, he found a photo album containing. "Excuse me, are you Sara Blum?"I looked up to see a mousy brownish haired blonde in her mid-forties standing in front of me. Her stylish hair and clothing spoke of money and class, skirt and jacket by Chloe, shoes and purse by Versace. However, her mannerisms and body language told me she was uncomfortable in her surroundings, reclusive and very much a shy housewife type. An English rose supplanted in an American metropolis made of concrete and steel. She looked and acted very nervous, almost. He swung the paddle, with all the thoughts of how much this girl hurt him. He brought it down hard, on her perfect behind. The paddle cracked hard, squishing her butt cheeks up, then they jiggled back into place, as the paddle left her. She shrieked and got up grabbing her bottom. She rubbed vigorously. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt. She looked over at him and saw him glaring. She obediently bent over, arched her back and pushed her bottom out, for her punishment, as she had seen her. The cheerleaders were represented by Kat, Kelly, and Ana; Olivia and Lexi were still sleeping off the previous night’s revels. Kat had brought along Sara Valentine, who smiled shyly at Jessica, remembering what had happened between them the last time.Serena had the heat in the studio cranked up into the high 70s, so no one hesitated to follow her example when she removed all her clothes before beginning the class. She set up at the back of the studio; over her head was a large, round window.