“I’m sorry. I see now that I had it all wrong. But, look what they did to me. I’m ... I’m ... naked! And they s ... s ... spanked me! I’m so...humiliated.”“You should be.” Was her flippant response.“And look at you! You’re almost naked. I never thought you’d let anyone treat you this way. Look at you!” I looked her up and down. She was completely flat chested, no sign of any tit-flesh. But her nipples were engorged, begging for attention. I looked down from her flat chest to her lacy thong, which. She, Jane, looked up at me and asked for an explanation, claiming, not surprisingly, not to be able to get an answer out of Cat. Grabbing a second cup of coffee, I sat at the table and told her the whole story. ‘So she isn’t your girlfriend? You expect me to believe that you have this blonde wandering about your apartment naked and you haven’t even thought about it?’ Jane’s voice went from tense to practically screaming. There were of course more innuendo, vilification and outright insult, but. I'm sorry for the way I reacted, but to be honest, I'd built up this picture of you as so imposing and charismatic and it was just such an anticlimax." That's all right," I said. "I want you to be honest. Have you noticed anything else?" Not a thing. In fact, if you really want me to be honest, I'm beginning to think some of my students have decided to perpetrate an incredibly elaborate practical joke." If they had," I suggested, "they'd have found a more glamorous leading man." And, and...". Ana gave a nice smile, as the elevator started to move. She looked so sexy in her business suit, smart white blouse and high heels.With a gentle bump, the lift suddenly stopped between two floors.We were stuck there, as several minutes passed by. Everyone exchanged small talk. I could feel a change in the atmosphere inside the lift. I felt very uncomfortable for my sweet Ana, who was looking at me…After a few more minutes I saw my wife began to pull an odd expression. As if she was slightly.