" "This sounds very juvenile, Holly. Why don't you do it?" "I think she wants you to see what her bottom looks like after that hard spanking you gave ...er. Please accommodate her, Boss. She started crying again on the phone just now." “Mr. Perkins, not that I ever liked your spankings, but having them periodically made them easier to take. Julie was never spanked on her bare bottom as an adult before. Maybe, if you tell her it’s over now, she can move on.” “What do you mean, Holly? You wet my. He merely pointed to the back room behind the kitchen. As I walked toward the back room, I heard slurping sounds. I noticed the door was cracked open and was surprised the room was lit relatively well. There I saw Shaq facing in the direction of the cracked door and sitting on what seemed to be a couple burlap sacks of coffee beans, his eyes were closed and his head cocked backward. My wife, whose asshole and peached pussy was in plain view for me–or anyone who happened to be there–to see. . Bytaking support from the walls I managed to walk back to my cell. Theexperience had been oddly exciting, but the tear-ruined makeup in myreflection sunk my mood by reminding me of my circumstances.For the next days, the only forays outside my cell were short trips tothe fabricator and meal hatches, or longer heel-walking exercises. Onlyperson I talked to, other than the procurer, was a brothel girl hurryingto her own assignment. She was annoyed by my whiny questions, and told meto enjoy. “That was amazing!” Lexie purred.“That was just an appetizer!” Lori answered with a naughty gleam in her eyes. “Let’s go out on the deck so we can play in the hot tub!”Without waiting for an answer, Lori took Lexie by the hand and led her outside to the deck. They slipped quietly into the steamy water and then slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths. They were so busy kissing and rubbing their bodies against each other, they never even noticed that Lori’s neighbor, Tracie, was walking up.