Just before everything went haywire, and I was kidnapped.Well, I was back to the present again. I noted its futility by damning myself for being such ... jerk about sex. If I hadn't had hot pants looking for the orgasm-that-never-came, I'd have never gotten mixed up with somebody like Roy Parker.How was I to know that he was a marked man? To me, he was another big cock that might make me come with a man at last.Ah, sex. Damn you, sex, I vehemently thought. "Hey, you all right?" the woman who had. “It’s thirty below out and you still wear a t-shirt and blue jeans, don’t you get cold?” Russ asked as he headed into the kitchen. “Coffee?” I followed him and sat in a kitchen chair. “Sounds good. I wear t-shirts and jeans year round. Of course I don’t get cold; that is what all the other stuff is for.” While he grills up steaks we talk about work, other plans for the weekend. Hunting, fishing are always topics of discussion. Lunch is delicious as always, Russ likes his steaks cooked the same. Sitting there in the sumptuous private room, sipping champagne and wearing traditional western wear, was Akilah Asghar and her husband, the Arab businessman Alex had run across at the airport when they'd picked up Kitty and Chalise."Ah, welcome," Ahmed Asghar greeted them in perfect English as he stood to shake Alex's hand, which seem strange given how they'd last met under very different circumstances. "I hoped you could make it. I hope I didn't put you out too much. Were the facilities at the. The Abbot was smiling as he brought his hand down on the bare bottom before him,he watched it change colour from white to pink and then to red,now it was a deep red colour and Aisling was clearly in a lot of discomfort,she was kicking her legs,screaming and calling the Abbot a pervert ."It is you who is the pervert,my girl,that is why you are over my knee," the Abbot responded.The spanking of Aisling continued for sometime before finally,for Aisling she was allowed to stand and resume her place.