Next door was the EMA office. There I struck pay dirt.There was still no Internet but there was a list of hams in the area, three of them. Even better...were the two meter radios and list of repeaters. I took a radio and an antenna with a mag mount to the truck and painfully hooked it up. I knew that my chance of connecting to one of the Salt Lake City repeaters was slim but I programmed them in and tried each one. It was now late in the afternoon. I decided to find a place to stay for the night. The result was excruciating pain across her back and ass but no marks or redness what so ever to bear witness to the torment she had been through.By the end of the flogging, Mona was openly crying and her pussy was sopping wet. Aaron came up behind her and gently started squeezing her breasts. ?Hush now babe? he whispered nuzzling her neck as her sobs subsided. She calmed down as he unlocked her manacles. ?Thank you sir? she replied when the last strap came off. He then clipped the leash to her. One particular night I wore my usual stretch jeans and white blouse over a pair of red lace panties, matching red lace padded bra, with breast forms, and women’s flat shoes. As I walked down the hallway, one of the men reached out and rubbed my ass cheek. I stopped, turned around, and smiled at him. When I turned back and resumed walking, he followed behind me to one of the small theaters. I walked to the dark area in the back behind the last row of seats and stood with my hands on the back of. 'I was waxed the other day', she winked, an indication she was interfered with by the waxer, winking was our secret for pussy abuse as girls, by the time we were twelve and eleven respectively, our parents thought we both had an affliction, as we were always winking, and wanking.She pulled her denims back on and zipped up her treasure, much to her sons disappointment, she looked at him, 'When you're older you can play with your girlfriends', she laughed and walked to where her handbag was,.