There was a knock at her door. She woke up startled & looked at the clock. “Oh no,” she said surprised, “I forgot to leave a bowl of candies out...ide for the kids!” She grabbed the bowl from the table.“Just a minute!” she yelled. “I’m coming!”She opened the door. “Trick or treat,” came a voice from behind a mask. It was a low, sexy voice coming from a man dressed in black satin from head to toe. His shirt was opened to reveal his chest and his arms were very muscular. His pants reaveled that he. 'SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK!' "Pl.. please Sir, Ooooooow!" 'SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK!' I squirmed like an eel on his lap, my legs akimbo and kicking wildly, unable to wriggle free under his vice like grip. I knew my moist woman-fruit would be fully exposed against his knee but I just didn't care any more. He was aroused at spanking me, that I could tell, the bulge beneath me growing harder with each stroke he gave me. 'SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK! … SMACK!' At last the spanks. She was wearing a t-shirt and pajamas, and from the thin material of the cloth, I could make out that she wasn’t wearing anything inside.And there she was, looking at me, at my manhood. And for a fraction of time, there was no reaction from either one of us, like time had stopped. Then she walked away, shutting the door.Now I was embarrassed to return to my seat. So I took some time as I stood on the door, feeling the cold air hitting my face as the train sped towards its destination.After. "Hello Cheshire Cat," he said, "I have been watchingwhat you were doing and I must say I'm not impressed." He then looked atthe video feed from my camera. "So you were lying to me." He smiled themost horrific smile I had ever seen. I then found I had control of my headand neck muscles. "I always wanted to punish the real Cheshire Cat, but Isuppose you will do."I looked down and saw I was strapped to my chair and naked.I watched in horror as I saw my already long emo style black hairlengthened.