I, um, have classes thisafternoon that I really can't . . ." Jordan, this is important." There was no mistaking Conner's tone ofvoice; assertive, unco...promising, and urgent. Not being the sort ofperson who is able to set aside bad news and let it fester, I agreed tomeet him there at 2 PM. That would give me more than enough time to dashuptown to my sister's and change into something that better fit Conner'simage of what he thought I was before making my way back downtown toFederal Plaza.. The first stroke was a very loud, crisp, “Smack!” Slave wanda just grunted. The Mistress was very methodical and paced. There was a very regular pattern of “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt.That continued for perhaps fifteen or sixteen strokes when slave wanda began groaning softly with each stroke. After a few more strokes, her groans were yelps. A few more strokes and the yelps became short screams. At stroke. "Take off your socks first," she suggested, and insisted that I face the mirror as I did so. She stepped back, as I reached down to take my socks off. I could see both ladies between my legs, as I felt deliciously wanton and humiliated leaving my anus so fully and vulnerable to their view. How embarrassing! How exciting! "Stay down like that, but shake around a little,came the request from the second woman who had approached the gap again. After a while she approached again, requesting me to. He turned around in time to see a plate fallonto the ground."Shit!" James jumped.Leighton giggled as she watched from above."Okay, just calm down, there's no such thing as ghosts..." Jamesmuttered."We'll see about that!" Leighton waved her hand and a kitchen drawerslammed open, causing James to jump once more."It's just an old house..." James said to himself. "An old house withcreaky counters and drawers that open themselves..."The kitchen began to shake as the lights started to flicker..