I grabbed the bag off the shelf and delved into the zipper pouch inside. They weren’t there. My treasured pink panties, which I’d kept carefully...hidden, were gone. I composed myself and headed back to the kitchen.“Was everything OK?” my wife asked.“He’d put my bag back in its place, and nothing else was disturbed.” I said truthfully.“He’s a bit of a cheeky one though, isn’t he?” my wife commented.“Why, what did he say?”“It’s not what he said exactly. It was more the way he conducted himself.. ”She took my hand without me even realising it. “Come on, lets go for a drink.” I never had a say in the matter she just held my hand and took me to a bar about five or ten minutes away. We sat down in the corner on soft leather seats and she went to the bar and bought me a bottle of beer and we just clicked. Before I knew it I’d bought the next round and we’d finished those drinks as well. She goes to the bar and buys a third round.“So what’s your story?” “I don’t have one I just really enjoy. After the second swat, Joan was wishing that Sara had left the nipple weights in place. Without the distraction of the pain of the swinging weights tugging at her nipples, the pain of the swat seemed to be that much more intense. Or maybe it was because she had already received over 150 swats by that time.Joan was dancing and writhing from the paddling when she heard Sara say, "Let's get you out of that." It was over.Sara removed the blindfold and then the ball gag. Then she unscrewed the. My room is next door. If you need anything just call. OK?” “Will it not be troublesome for you, if I need something in the middle of the night, I might disturb your beauty sleep? “That is my problem not yours. Just call if you need anything.” and then she left before I could say anything. My heart started to pound fast, could it be Stella who kept calling me bahen chood planned all this. First making me to consent to my mother’s marriage then asking if I would fuck my sister. I sat there.