" Well... thank you," she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as he climbed in the van and she slammed the back doors to the van. As she got in...o the van she was startled to see that he had sat down in the passenger seat next to her."Maybe it will turn out to be a good thing that the van driver called in sick," she thought to herself and smiled as she started up the vehicle."How was everything with everyone's stay?" Cynthia asked the four businessmen seated in the back of the. It's never been a spoken agreement. It's like we both know leaving that way is easier than trying to say goodbye and promising we'll meet up here again.Something wants to break in me as I watch you, something I don't have a name for. It's not my heart. That's been broken before. This runs through there and travels deeper. It's the part of me that wants to soothe you no matter how much we hurt each other.I've seen countless slivers, sides of you over time. Good and bad. The opaque territories. " My voice sounded cold to my ears ... clinical, detached, yet ruthlessly uncompromising. It was eerie to here this voice pass my lips.Sarah noticed it too. She was looking at me nervously now, and she was hugging her knees even tighter. "Umm ... Jon, listen, I didn't mean what I said ... I was just having another one of my little episodes, just forget I ever said anything okay."The beast inside me disagreed.The cold voice continued to speak through me. "No Sarah. I said I would spank you for. The thin man and the stocky man (who Sandra now thought of as Skinny and Stocky) grabbed Sandra's arms. The woman now unbuttoned Sandra's silk blouse. She grabbed Sandra's tits through her bra. "Muy grande", purred the woman. She then undid the waistband of Sandra's skirt. She let the skirt fall to the ground. "Untie her hands so I can get these off," said the woman to Skinny. Sandra felt her arms being pulled back and the cords being undone. The woman pulled the jacket and the blouse off.