She was asleep on her front, that was a good start and there was just enough light coming through the curtains for me to see by. The omens looked good... Her front door was easy to open, no bolts or chain, when will they ever learn. Trying not to wake her prematurely I pulled her bedclothes back and out of the way. Gently I took hold of one of her wrists I snapped on the cuffs, she stirred slightly but didn't wake. I was almost there and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Taking a firm. Sarah assured him that she would not take any pictures of the men's faces. Sarah is as cute as a bug's ear and can turn on the charm when she wants to. Mr. Blue did not have a chance and gave in to the idea of Sarah taking pictures. I then asked Mr. Blue to glaum some black grease paint. It would be easier to get off Sarah's and my skin than shoe polish. All the home boys laughed just then and I wondered if I had cleaned all of the shoe box disguise off my mug.I went over the things I had found. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a leftover handshake. “That’s it, isn’t it? They just had sex in the restroom,” looking into her eyes as she began to smile. She. On the other hand, I know that my wife can make a very convincing argument about just about anything and if anyone could pull this off, it was her. So then I wondered, how I would act if it actually came to me giving Susan a spanking. Fantasy is one thing. This is a real girl. I would not want to hurt her and how would she act in such an odd situation?Once we arrived home, it was clear that Susan was really shook up. She was clearly upset and embarrassed about what had happened. I went.