“Holy fuck” I muttered to myself. She has changed into what looked like her pyjamas - baggy shorts and a separate matching top - with a print of M...nnie Mouse on the front. Her legs were long and bare, with her sexy bare feet attracting my eyes.“That feel so good to be rid of those constricting clothes” she commented.I could see that she has dispensed with her bra - her full rounded breasts wobbled as she walked.The coffee was ready - she handed me my cup, suggesting that we move to the lounge. I knew there were far more spanks with the hairbrush than normal and Sharon showed no signs of stopping. The spanks to the backs of my legs were particularly painful. Even when tears flooded down my face my legs kicked and I shrieked out as each spank landed, Sharon just kept going. Of course, I had called her friend airhead. Sharon didn’t; and Sharon was teaching me not to; ever again. When after what felt like hundreds of spanks with the hairbrush Sharon stopped. I kept on crying though for. " Cal smacked her with the leash and said, "Puppies don't talk. They bark. Bark, puppy!" Amanda and Lenora barked and begged for what was in the package. Amanda panted in anticipation. Cal opened the package and took out two bitch suits. They were zip-in costumes. There were sleeves which held the arms and legs rather than binding them. It also covered the body, hiding skin, but left the breasts, ass and genitals exposed. Amanda whined, "Hmm." Cal showed Amanda the suit and asked, "Do you. "Wouldn't that be nice, but no. Your pick up is just an animal carcass; we store them at the Boiler house. Out of the gate, first right." It's OK I saw it on the way by, see you" interrupted Joe.The guard was left mouthing the instructions into the empty space where Joe had recently stood. The guard closed his mouth, and made a mental note to make that bastards next visit one to remember.There was a satisfying thud as the large black bag fell off Joe's shoulder into the back of the van, shit.