A waitress in a very short black skirt, net stockings and a red, lowcut blouse walked to us. "Follow me, please," she said, smiling at me. I had to le... go of Jim's arm then because of the narrowness of the space between tables. He nudged me ahead of him toward the waitress and I had no choice but to follow. Every table we passed was full of men -- a few women -- staring at me. She led us through the entire room, finally holding a chair at a two person table at the other end of the room near. “I haven’t been whipped for three weeks now,” she said as if that were a normal matter of fact. Hana became friendlier once they were riding on their horses, away from the stable and along a path towards a wooded area. “I like your jeans, Simone. Ralph Lauren, right? Always wanted to have a pair of those. They fit you well. I wish my bottom were a little bigger, like yours, a perfect size.” “But why, Hana? Your backside fits you perfectly. Like a schoolgirl. Most men like the schoolgirl look,. Icould hear their groans. I started t feel a funny sensation in my groin.Absentmindedly, my hand crept down to that spot between my legs. Throughthe cloth of my knockers, I located my clitoris and squeezed it between twofingers. Kat's breathing was heavy and getting heavier. Then she moved overto the end of the bed. The bed was a double with metal headboard andfoot. There were two blobs on the end of posts at the corners. Kat liftedherself onto one, flashing me a tantalising glance at the. He carefully slipped on the LBD so asto avoid catching the make-up, even with it being smudge resistant,before finally he slipped on the shoulder length dark haired wig thatframed his beautiful feminised face. The black knee high bootscomplimented the overall effect.He walked down the stairs as Theresa, who was looking forward to theevening that Robin had arranged for her.Alison walked up to Theresa and they kissed, holding their hands in whatwas an intimate moment between them. Both 'women'.