When I thought about it, I was a little bit sick again ...... but then I thought of the dance floor in the Dance-Palace.There was this strange man who... I made everything in front of the public of the club visitors.I just let him do it... Or was it completely different? Did I allow it? Was I really in control?No, because actually he rather determined the situation about me.I did not pretend what was going to happen, I honestly thought to myself, but rather the stranger and the viewers determined. I'll show you where everything is. And if you get mouthy with me again, you will get a spanking. Understand?" Yes Master," Teresa replied. "But," her saucy mouth twitched into a grin, "spankings cost extra."Well, Teresa did as instructed, and I was quite pleased with the results of her work. However, I felt compelled to remind her that if she was ever assigned to my house again, she must remember to behave properly. As she lay across my knees, I made sure her ass-cheeks were bright pink as I. Atthe time, I was not sure that I had more material from the author,and now I do!Chapter 8Heading For Home"Good, now Let's get you ready for the drive home. I'll,of course be driving." Yes, Mistress."My restraints were removed. I was told to bathe and change forthe trip. I began to undress. They didn't leave the room. Theyjust sat and watched."Let's help her," suggested Mistress Lisa."Why not," quipped Mistress Lynn.All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing.Their hands. Glancing up at the clock on the kitchen wall, she saw it was just before one in the morning.A chill crept over her skin as she stood and walked towards the door, the knocking continuing. Whoever was on the other side, impatient. Her feet were cold as she padded across the apartment, and she realized she wasn’t wearing socks. She always wore socks to bed.He greeted her on the other side of the door, looking out of sorts and disheveled. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days even though it had.