She smirked. I looked at her as she said that and I furrowed my brow. What is that supposed to mean? I asked quizzically Oh nothing. she laughed She ...tarted by putting my long luscious chocolate brown hair in rollers then moved on to my make-up matching it against my pale skin and emerald eyes whilst the rollers were in curling my hair. She then went over to the racks of clothing and pulled out a little black dress and said yes, yes this will do it. I turned to her to see what she was talking. The mother also greeted me.At breakfast the following morning, I arrived before them. I was half way through breakfast when they arrived without the youngest in tow. The mother said good morning and looked as if she wanted to say more but started arguing with one of her other daughters. I finished and left. I was in reception looking through the leaflets when the mother appeared. I had nothing at all planned and was wondering what to do. The mother found a leaflet and said that she and her. Yes the same old truth or dare that brings out the excitement in many people to explore fantasies and what they like, so we started with simple questions as usual, but things got wild, there was heat in the moment, I had taken the risk to ask her does she enjoy being spanked in the public, my heart beat raised every second after I sent the message, I dint know how she would react, I dint know if she would even reply but then I received the notification, I got the message where she replied “who. Someonedrunk. Someone wicked. Someone that knew the old me.My analysis, though, was derailed sharply when he released my breast,and tightened his arm around me again, easily lifting me off the ground.I kicked my legs back and forth wildly, but only managed to connect witha few glancing blows.He half-carried, half-dragged me back up the steps to the door of thetrailer. For a moment, he stood there, holding me captive while heattempted to figure out how he was going to get the door open when.