Her mind had betrayed her once again! It was already past midnight, one day after her birthday. She started thinking about her husband again, the awf...l moments that she spent that night 7 years ago, the anxiety at the hospital&hellip, everything went black. She bursted into tears . How could she ever forget? This was the incident that destroyed her happy life, how could she ever get over it?? Eric knew what she was thinking. It was his time now to feel the guilt. He was masturbating for his. I self-pityingly think to myself. "Besides,he never does it tight enough, he's afraid he'll hurt me, the big baby.You at least do it up tight."Sure enough, five minutes later I'm lacing Charlotte into the blackgarment, a heavy overbust corset made out of shiny black satin withstiff boning. Her natural 26 inch waist is soon whittled down to 20inches despite her gasped pleas for me to stop (which I know better thanto heed). I can certainly sympathise with her 'plight', though-Charlotte only. No, spanking Abbie is for her own good when needed, not for him to get his rocks off over. But more than one night, while Abigail was spending her corner time, Tim did have to hurry to the bathroom to jerk himself off, envisioning her lovely red cheeks staring out at him as she stood in her time out.Tim brings his wandering mind back to the present and helps Abbie wash their stomachs off before stepping out of the tub and wrapping themselves in thick, warm towels.He leaves Abbie to do her hair. The air was dry here and perhaps 15 or 20 degrees cooler than the assembly floor. There were several women and a couple of men working in this area, entering data into computers and so on. All were fully dressed in appropriate business attire. The women wore long dresses, hosiery and high heels.We proceeded to a small private office in the corner of this larger room. On the door was a sign that said "Manager". Masterson knocked. After a brief delay a woman I well knew opened the door and gave.