Mike, a computer software expert, good-looking in a studious sort of way, was the last to realise what was going on. In truth, he had been glad to see...her gone. Their marriage, consummated six months before the ceremony, had been a shotgun one, pressed on them by a furious set of parents. Old-fashioned in the extreme, Sally's parents had been most persuasive. He had reluctantly agreed to 'do the right' thing. In the small English community where they had grown up, things like that mattered. On. Apparently it is shameful because all of England and Scotland and Wales know you pee.’ ‘Oh daddy, how terrible for you to also be expected to bear that burden. I’ll survive.’ ‘Have you found a decent man yet or are you still fucking anything on two legs?’ ‘I’m using discretion daddy.’ ‘Good girl. Your attitude has cheered me up because today I’m sending eighty head of cattle off for slaughter.’ ‘Just think of them being relieved of their monotonous diet and staid lifestyle daddy.’ ‘Oh I say,. Any normal person would, if they were getting placed over someone’s knee.But I am not normal. I am expectant, happy. I’m about to get my favorite thing, from my favorite ma-My thoughts are interrupted by your palm meeting my ass. Hard. Painful. Wonderful.The way I like it.Slap, SlapSlapOver and over.I scream and cry and whimper, because I am becoming very wet. You pause in spanking me for a second and slide one of your long, delicious fingers into the dripping cream in between my thighs. You. You have a circle of friends back home with an uncanny interest in these women, dressing up in black catsuits and faceless egg-shaped costume helmets to emulate their isolation laminates. You may even have enjoyed a good show or two where dancers pretended to be slaves of the machines in their own burlesque way. But none of your research prepared you for actually encountering one in person, however momentary.You can't imagine what she sees through that helmet of hers, or what the computers at.