Olga and I sat in the center of the surging crowds relaxed in the knowledge that our train to Venice on track 8 was not scheduled to depart for anothe... thirty minutes. There was no reason for us to rush to the track since we already had assigned seats in the second class coach.Olga looked a little nervous to me and I was pretty good at discerning such things when they might impact the success of a mission. I was certain we had not been followed from the base because I was also pretty good at. I awoke next morning with thoughts of the previous night, but my sexual thoughts had quickly turned to unpleasant outcomes. I had begun to wonder where things are to go now, is my mother angry with me, are we going to be awkward with each other now; these are the thoughts and worries that began to build up. I would say last night was a mistake but a mistake would have not been so satisfying. I got dressed and quietly went down to the kitchen like any other day to see my mother already there. ”His words send a shiver through me, that’s exactly what I wanted, to let him lift my skirt exposing my rear and spank me. It’s what I’d been thinking of all week and why I’d dressed the way I did that morning. Why didn’t I just tell them the truth? Just thinking about it was making me aroused. They were leaving it up to me. I mean, did it really matter that a second old man, was here to watch? or would he want to join in? I felt a little thrill and Billy noticed my uneasiness.“Well, I suppose. It was a short walk to my condo, where the women lived.The thing is, it went through a bad part of D.C. They would take a long way around, but I convinced them we would be fine.You can’t see what I do, but I didn’t expect that you could.A few thought a guy carrying a sleeping girl and a group of women looked like easy pickings. I only put half a charge on the stun rounds. A shot in the groin put them to their knees. One to the shoulder made their arm go limp, dropping their weapons. A.