” he said, setting the bags down.“Not at all sir. Can I help with the bags?” I asked.“Yes, if you don’t mind can you take these up to my wif...?” he asked.I got up quickly and took the bags from him and walked back up the stairs once again. As I rounded the staircase, I heard Courtney’s Mom talking to her daughter. I stopped at the bedroom door looking in, she was helping Gia get into bed.“Where do you want these Mrs. Timmons?” I asked.“Just set those down right there Brian. Thank you.” she. Needless to say, Brad had forgotten to count. After the third stroke, again on the right cheek, Kristie inquired: ?How many was that?? Brad searched his terrified brain and answered: ?Three??? ?Wrong,? she replied gleefully, ?that’s one – you didn’t count the first two, so I get to repeat them.? Brad sobbed pitifully, ?Please don’t.? But Kristie was determined to get her pound of flesh. WHAP! WHAP! She applied the strokes with remorseless cruelty, raising her arm up high and bringing the. "Master can you show me where the ladies' room is?" she asked quietly."Of course," I said and I took her arm walking her to the ladies' room. "Are you going to be okay in there?" I asked when we got to the ladies' room."Yes, I will just have to find my way around. I'd better figure out the bathrooms here – from what you told me about liking this place, it sounds like we will be coming here often." Well, I will be right here if you need anything." Thank you, Master," she said, smiling. I waited. I knew he was watching though. In fact I think he realised I knew, and that we were both engaged in an unspoken sexual thrill show.. Who was the greater pervert? Probably me!So I danced. Slowly and, I hope, sensually. I ran one arm down the other, I caressed my breasts, I turned round so he could see me fully displayed. I bent down, open-legged, I pulled myself open. I lay on the floor and spread myself again and again. I pulled up one leg and with the other pointed towards him, I pulled up my.