You can lick me, or you can face the wall for 10 minutes before going back across my lap for another round with my hairbrush. What will it be?” Be... looked at me, unsure. He was more used to me sucking him off. I gave him another hard smack on his leg. He was about to say something but I jumped in with “Listen Ben, there is another difference with me spanking you. If you lick me well, and give me a huge orgasm, then there won’t be a third spanking. Understand? It’s up to you. How well you do. "I just meant that you were not becoming Heather."'Frank' got up off the floor and turned back to look in the mirror atthe girl she had become. Other than being a teenaged girl, she didn'tlook much like she did when she was Heather. Where Heather had had neatshoulder-length red hair, the girl in the mirror had locks of blondehair that cascaded down to her waist. While she thought her breasts werehuge when she first became Heather, they were nothing compared to thebreasts that now stuck out. I'm not sure how long I had been sitting there, but I heard the door open and saw out of the corner of my eye a shadow come in and take a seat on the second bench seat behind me. After a brief amount of time, curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over my shoulder to see who this new visitor was. It turned out to be black gentleman, somewhere in his 40's I guess, with a decent body from what I could see. He must have been watching me because as soon as I turned around to look at him, he. I stood at the door and listened but I couldn't hear anything, so I went back to the bar.The only empty stool at the bar was next to the younger man who had been fondling my wife. We began talking, and I found out he was in town for a meeting. His name was Steve.After a few drinks Steve confided that he and his partner had met a very sexy lady, and that she had invited them to her room. When I asked where she was, he said, "My partner is with her. I'll get my turn soon."I asked how he had.