" She got out, pulling that ridiculous case out of the back seat.I gave her one last look: a thin young woman, just 5'3" and 105 pounds. Her low-waist...d, destroyed cut-offs revealed lean, tanned legs, naked down to her wedgie sandals. A short white tee teasingly flounced over an equally tan waist devoid of fat. A firm bra made the tee tent out invitingly, beautifully framed by her ass-length blonde hair. She adjusted her shades, bangles and necklace; then gave me a little wave.Habitually. . "I, uh, I am to be punished for failing to accept responsibility for the impending failure of my company." she mumbled.The door clicked, and a light push opened it inward. "That is a beginning, Ms. Carter. See that you continue."Two men and Ms. Owens awaited her inside."Strip." Ms. Owens said, not harshly, but again she held the riding crop.Hesitant in front of the men, but not wanting a repeat of this afternoon's scene, Melody did as she was told. When she was naked, Owens clipped a. It wasn’t like there would be another past that day.The engine complained, puffed and skidded the wheels; then gained a grip and they began to move out. At last they were moving away from the wild west towards the civilised east.Or, as Jesse and her new friend Melissa agreed they were moving from fun towards boredom, from excitement to dull, dull, dull. The train continued east for two days and then stopped overnight once more. Here they were in a proper town, with proper shops and several. How does it feel, knowing that you are now a fantasyfuck for middle aged men?"I did not answer Jill's question. Instead, I glanced over at the husbandsitting at the table that she had referred to. He was looking at me withthe same facial expression that a starving man has when he first sees adecent meal. The result was that his wife caught him, punched his armagain and gave me a very nasty look before saying something to herhusband. I heard Jill's masculine chuckle as my face turned red and.