”“Just a few more minutes, Janie, please,” I laughed.Janie wiggled her ass then stepped back up the ladder laughing. I stepped off and retrieved...the last box. After handing it up to her I watched as she stretched it over her head and into the attic. We folded the ladder into place.“How about a Coke or something?” She asked.“Yes ma’am,” I answered, following her through the mudroom to the kitchen, “That sounds really good.”I watched her walk to the fridge and then to a cabinet where she took. Part of her mind told Misty to complain about the fact that she had to stay in an old house somewhere in the middle of nowhere, but another part of her was a little homesick, and the glow of the yellow lights from the windows, and their promise of warmth on this chilly night took precedence in her mind. Mirriam’s welcome was both warm and genuine. Misty liked her instantly.Moreover, when two teenage girls came into the kitchen, where Misty was standing her night got a lot better.“You’re Misty. Resistance will be punished as I see fit." He looked at me, waiting for my response."Yes." Understand: that may include slapping, caning or humiliation." I understand." this was becoming so exciting. I could feel my juices starting to flow as we spoke. My panties must have been soaked, but I didn't dare to look out of fear it would earn me my first punishment."and finally, rule number 3: once we start, there is no turning back. I will push you to your limits and past them. Even if you beg me to. She called out “Ek minute aati hoon”. I was at the door and she gave me a smile and went “Namaste, kaise hain aap, bahut din huye dikhai nahin diye?”. I mentioned that I normally lived in my home and worked away and lived close to the factory during the week in order to cut the commute. There was no point as my wife was no longer around. She sympathized. She asked me in for a cup of tea. I accepted and walked in.I sat on the sofa and asked Beena to sit and not bother with the tea. I told her we.