This left me there alone. Now, I needed too get work done, but, I now had the chance too look through her panties, her drawers, etc. Maybe find a toy,...or pictures, anything. So as soon as I was alone at the house, I headed into Becky's room. The naughty girl had left a pair of Pink brand panties again, but this time with green and white stripes, right on top of the pile of laundry and this time, folded up. I loved it, she knew and was now playing back with me. I picked up the panties and I. I joinedthe group, which held meetings once a month about 40 milesfrom where I lived. I quickly made some friends and afterthe first meeting Emily asked if I wanted to go to the localgay bar and hang out. I had never been to a gay bar before,or even out dressed other than the meeting site. There wereabout 12-15 of us "girls" at the bar and we hadtaken over 2 or 3 tables and just talked and got acquainted.I quickly became friends with Terri, and we always talkedat the meetings. One night she. We waltzed and fluidly went from each change of rhythm with confidence and with each sixty-fourth note riff we spun in place.We went on to the next of our Six-Pack of dances being very smooth and careful to keep our shoulders up and my hips were leading as newly trained.We heard people yelling out each step as we changed ... most of the time they were right, but that’s OK, they were all having as much fun watching it, as we were performing it. That’s always been my goal.We came to the end,. Her ankles tense and she rocks forward with each stroke. She grunts as her master strikes her forcefully. “Perhaps this lesson will ensure no more late-night forays?” Quincy asks, landing yet another stroke. “Yes, m’lord, never again…” Katherine whimpers. The whipping stops as abruptly as it started. Katherine’s creamy backside is covered in bright red stripes. Katherine realizes that she is soaking wet between her legs. Her thoughts cut through the burning pain back to her vivid dreams—perhaps.