” “If you really think you're up to it, Sir.” He gently corrected me. “A-” he pushed the underwear back into my mouth and moved behind me ag...in. I heard the click of the metal as he picked up his belt. He brought it down in a skilled motion, once, twice, three times, in quick succession. This time I couldn't hold back the tears, they pricked my eyes and started to fall. The speed of the strikes preventing me from recovering between blows. I found myself grateful for the makeshift gag, it. "Yes?" Margot told me she was going to entertain Vern at home - so she recommended that I pack for two nights..." Pamela couldn't meet his eye.Alan stuck his tongue in his cheek to keep from openly grinning. "So we'll have to wait for Thursday for the hat in hand thing..."Pamela sighed. "I've moved even further into the slut zone... I just wanted you to know it wasn't the CONNIVING slut zone. At this point, I don't seem to have any hope of recovery."Alan tried to let her off the hook. "Well,. I jumped up and whipped around. Okay, so much for dignity but right then I didn't give a shit; they were both standing there."Hi," I stuttered in my most suave and debonair manner. Hey at least I didn't trip over the chair; don't I get points for that? "Everything all ... ah ... freshened up? You both look gorgeous." We did nothing except talk, you idiot," Sumalee laughed. "We look exactly as we did when we left." Well!" I blustered. "You both looked gorgeous when you left so you look gorgeous. I winked at Sam who was still sitting there with her mouth open and told her, not a drop, no smack. Silence. Was it good or was it bad?, had I gone to far.Sam got her mind and mouth in sync. "What's going to happen to me?. Your nightcap from me?... Ohmygod, that was awesome".I shook my head. "House rule number two, one head, one nightcap. That's a South African late harvest wine, about 20 percent, I'd end up drunk". I saw the disappointment and I knew what I should do. "But I think I could have.