But, the changes didn't end there. And now, we tie back into those asyluminmates. I blinked, because suddenly, the patch of white that had been collec...edinside the black of my slacks was, instead, pink. I bent down (trying notto think about the pendulous feel of the heavy weights on my chest), andpulled them up around my waist... to find that I had just put on a pairof pink panties. Panties that had not been there before. As I pulled the panties to their final resting place, I noticed I had. Trust me."My legs are released and she grants me the privilege of relaxing my body a bit. But as soon as I do, I am pulled over her knee. "He says you respond well to spankings for discipline, so I'll start there." She begins to spank me, harder than my husband had, but I get hotter and wetter. If he hadn't spanked me so weakly, I might have learned my lesson! The plug jiggles with each slap, and the jolts coincide with each slap and I erupt again, an orgasm from pure pain! This is agony and. With the lightest of touches, I traced their out line with a delicate finger. His chest rose to meet the touch. I let my other hand wander over his belly, down to the top of his jeans. I could feel his heat through the coarse blue cotton as I traced the outline of his penis. Deftly, I popped the top most button and as I fumbled with the second, his eyes flickered open. "Good morning," Hi," he answered hazily through the somnolent mists, sleep softening the edges of his consciousness. He. ? Are we leaving already?”“No sir, we have arrived in Seattle, please get your belongings and follow the other passengers.”“Cindy, come. We have to go. The train has already stopped in Seattle. We have to get off the train. Cindy. Wake up, Cindy. We are in Seattle.”------------------------ Cindy and Alex arrived in their room in “Chapeaux to Pedro, our gopher in the bank. He did a wonderful job. This room is nicer than the one we had in Caracas. What? Is it another hotel? And this is? Four.