I rinsed my mouth and wrapped myself in my towel and hurried to my bedroom as fast as I could. Once inside my bedroom I was filled with feelings of em...arrassment and at the same time a feeling of eroticism somehow. I stood in front of my full length mirror looking at myself. At 23 I was 5’4” and weighed 112 pounds. My breasts were the smallest of any of the woman in my family with 34A cups but my stomach was flat and firm as well as my butt. My pussy was trimmed neatly and I was told by many. "I still think about them... it was such a waste."We sat there in silence for a few moments. "Did you ever use drugs?"Mom paused for a moment and looked me in the eyes. "Yes. I smoked pot, and I tried a few other things, but never again after that night. Their deaths scared me away from drugs."There was a very loud silence in the room. We sat there for a long time soaking it in."So.... all of this combined to make our family feel that you weren't worthy of their affection?" I think they were. Training had been happening there all week; some of it had been live fire. There would be plenty casings there for them to pick through.I called Gordon Decker first thing Saturday to get him back from Mexico. The first thing I asked him was, “Has your wife turned jealous in the last few months and does your tux still fit?”“No, not that I know of and yes they still fit,” he said.“That’s good because I need an official escort for official functions. We leave Monday morning for Argentina; you may. He pulled on my long, blonde ponytail and nibbled my ear, kissing and biting down my neck and collar bone. One hand trailed back up my skirt past my thigh high socks and up to my white lacy panties. "Tsk tsk, I warned you no under garments," he growled angrily. "I don't care if the skirt was too short for your liking, today is purely about what I want". He spanked me swiftly, leaving my ass burning slightly, I could feel the tingle resonate somewhere else unexpected. He yanked my panties down.