The Giants, she told me, were much less stuffy and a rather non-belligerent sort of people at heart, but prone to making poor decisions and taking bad...advice. Currently, they had their heads all collectively in the sand, praying that trouble would pass them by. With effort, they could be made to join the forming Alliance and then they'd start getting some good career advice for a change."Plans would be made soon!" She insisted, but for now my job was pretty much done. She wanted my token. Ayan: Okay. So, if he is this close to you, and you can even hear him speak, and there is also a chance he might come looking for you, then what are you doing inside the toilet? I don’t think Dad is anywhere near you. You are just lying. It is something else.Mona: You want to see?Ayan: See what? See what Dad is doing?Mona: Haha. No! What I am doing!Ayan was typing the reply when he received a photo from Mona. And he opened it immediately.It was a photo of the lower body of a woman, sitting on. She, like her husband, admired him for winning the Purple Heart in Operation Desert Storm."No, I'm here to tell you I've moved." Moved? Where?" Shelly looked surprised."In with me," Joyce showed herself, standing on her tiptoes. She put her arms about his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder."When did you two start shacking up?" Shelly grinned."A couple of days ago," Rick said. "I'll keep working here as long as Joyce does." Joyce! You better not quit on me," She showed a mock anger toward. They all came over and started to slap my ass and legs. A truck driver took off his belt and said to use that, the women took it. It made a loud crack as it came down across my ass, I was crying out aloud as it came down again and again. They then decided my front needed some attention, so I was turned back over and spread-eagled over the table my arms and legs being held down and apart by four other women. They then took it in turns to use their hands and the belt to spank my tits, thighs,.