He missed with the second stroke, but the third connected with a loud slap and left a red mark on Nÿte's ass. Phil swung again, but not quite as hard...this time. He was embarrassed about the mark he'd already left on her pristine skin."No no no!" Nÿte cried.She turned, grabbed the whip and yanked it so hard out of Phil's hands he toppled forwards onto the bed."That's not how you do it at all," Nÿte said.Phil realised he was now crouched on the bed on all fours and Nÿte was holding the whip.Not. 30pm and it’s already dark. I’m still wearing the stockings and little pink cardigan I put on this morning but the dress and lacy shawl are hidden in my small back pack.A guy messaged this morning asking if I would meet. I agreed and asked if he wanted me to dress as a girl. He replied, “Yes.”After showering I came back downstairs and took off my dressing gown. I walked naked to the wardrobe and took out my black lace suspender belt and stockings, a tiny pink dress that barely covered my thighs. OMG she was perfectly placed as my line of vision was right on the money, her legs were spread about a foot and I could see right up to the gusset and how her panties on one cheek only had ridden into her crack, I felt like sticking my cock through the hole to see what happened but didn’t think that was the best way to introduce myself.What I did was perfect, I moved the chair so that I was opposite the hole and had I direct view through the hole right up to her gusset, OMG I couldn’t have. "I'm sorry, cónyuge. I haven't figured out my place yet." That's why you're in training and I gave you a good producer-director to work with," she laughed. "She practically begged to stay long enough to catch you naked." Then Rhonda slapped my butt and I went to get dressed.It came off perfectly. I got the signal to pull up to the hotel entry side of the Memorial Union. When I did, there was a sudden scurry as photographers and reporters realized that this was the car they'd been waiting for. I.