I grabbed a table tennis bat and was walking back to my bedroom. The girls were literally whipping Samantha in to shape. Her ass red and Angela was co...plaining of a sore hand. I watched her grab a plastic rod and continue caning her sissy sister who flinched with each impact. Angela's girl friend wore a harness with a huge fucking dildo attached and was shoving the head in Samantha's stretched whimpering mouth. Samantha was dressed in a blonde wig, little pink dress and stockings with white. " My what? Oh I get it, not my color. Well that's not what I meant I was wondering if, as a woman, you would like them."Another silly smile formed on her face. "No not really, their not sexy enough for me." Oh really? Well then why not show me what you think are sexy panties."She looked at him for several seconds and then slowly nodded her head. "Alright." That was all that she said as she turned and walked over to a table on the back wall. She searched through several stacks of panties then. We left the pub, me with my denim jacket falling open, not holding hands but clearly together, and we spent the next few hours shopping. He bought me a nightie, and we looked at some shoes and dresses, quite relaxed in each other's company and with the shop assistants. Later, he walked me to his car. I was on the train, and he had driven to Chester, for our meeting. "I'll drive you to the station," he said. We got in the car, and he started the engine, the CD started playing some soft music.. Zack's nose filled with her ripe scent, a combination of sweat and musky sex that lingered after a long night of domination in her latex suit.“You don't speak unless I tell you to! If you ever speak out of turn, you better have something really fucking important to tell me! If not, you'll be punished. That's how this relationship works! Got it, bitch?!?”*SMACK*Another strong slap connected with his face. Zack could only gag on her soiled undergarments as his face turned crimson and his cheek.