But it waslike that time when I was Fifi. Even she didn't know what was gettingher so worked up. She said it was something to do with the knowledgeo... who - and what - was under the disguise.She had me wear one of Carol's nighties and we went to bed for aprotracted period of foreplay. She seemed to love kneading theartificial flab of my generous boobs and buttocks. I couldn't see howthis could lead anywhere, given the constraints my equipment wascurrently under, but I went along for the. She knew her husband well and such a tactic would only result in added punishment. All she did was to agree with everything he instructed her to do and told him,"I am sorry for my sins; please grant me my penance so I may display proper contrition for my own salvation."Her husband was mollified by her attitude but knew she still needed the lesson with the hard biting cane.It was surprising to him that she made no sound right up to number eight as most subjects were sobbing their remorse after. He was going to mumble something but decided not to, her mother would speak first he thought. "Come downstairs and hang out with your aunt Reba, she changed your diapers you know." Sam's mother said in a playful tone. "and put your shirt back on" she added.Sam nodded approvingly.Sam walked down the steps 1 at a time feeling the cotton glide between his legs and privates. He wanted to moan, but contained it. When Sam sat down on the couch he began getting involved in the conversation and almost. I want you to experience the exquisite pleasure of pain, my angel. Soon, you will no longer feel any pain. Just an overwhelming erotic pleasure at being spanked.” Julie continued to spank Rachel’s bum, sometimes with hard strokes, sometimes with softer ones. After an hour, she stopped and stroked Rachel’s red bum, breasts and pussy. She picked up some sweet-smelling body lotion and rubbed it into Rachel’s sore body. “I need to pee, Julie,” said Rachel.“Mistress,” shouted Julie slapping Rachel’s.