”“Not really; there isn’t much I can do. How about you?”“No change. I’ll tell them tomorrow morning. If things get ugly, we can just leave...”“You’ll need to pack your things, though.”“I have most everything still in boxes, so it’s just my clothes, bathroom stuff, and few books.”“Will it all fit in my Mustang?”“It should.”“What’s your take?”“I have no idea, actually. I haven’t hinted at anything because I didn’t want a confrontation. I think they half-expected me to ask if you could sleep in my. But now Lyn was clearly feeling a bit sick from being bent over while they pumped. She started retching and this was the chance I needed to grab her and pull her out of the crowd. God know how I got her out of there without a crowd of horny men following us, but I took her right to entrance and into the balmy night air and around the corner in case anyone tried to follow. Far from being upset or distraught she began hiccupping and laughing. I don’t know how much she realized had happened. I. There was no rush in getting through the meal. They started with drinks and then moved on to appetizers. The main course was outstanding and the service impeccable.It was the best dining experience of Mike’s life. The fanciest place at which Cathy had ever dined was a high-end chain restaurant. Needless to say, she was overwhelmed. The quality wine had gone to her head, the service had made her feel like a queen, and the food had left her appetite sated. All of that paled in comparison to the. She was completely helpless but still holding on to the hope that she will receive the magistrate's mercy, she yelped, "My magistrate, I am innocent!!”However, the paddles rained down on her bum-cheeks ruthlessly, leaving ugly marks on her white creamy behind. She jerked and squirmed, yelping "ouch" with every smack and pleading for mercy the whole time.As the paddling went on, she gasped and felt like being scorched by a line of fire on her backside. She wriggled helplessly, clenched her fists.