So she plugged the drain and ran a bath instead.«I’d rather have a bath anyway, » she rationalized, «I need something to soothe my nerves»Even ...o, her whole body trembled again as she tried to wash her face. She couldn’t quite bring herself to put the soapy washcloth over her nose and mouth. So she soaped up her hands and washed her face that way. She was barely able to steel herself to splash water onto her face to rinse the soap off, but somehow she did it. She solved the problem of toweling. “Taliya, get up here now!” Master screamed. Running out of the dining room up the stairs I almost bowled him over in my haste to obey him. He had the brown Japanese bamboo cane in his hand. Pointing to my room I assumed the basic position: lying face down on the bed with pillows under my stomach, butt feeling the coolness of my room, my red satin thongs pulled down to my ankles once again. “Do you understand why this is happening, Liya?” In order for the punishment to be effective we had to. " Well let me know if you need any help or anything," he called out as the door closed behind his secretary's shapely ass.Alani's shaking got worse as she stumbled toward her desk. It was so simple, but it couldn't be possible, could it? Her body clearly wanted it to be possible, however, and Alani felt her quaking come to a final crescendo before an abrupt end, and she felt a serene calm wash over her as she was suddenly face-to-face with the attractive facial features and pleasantly busty. Even on holiday she had fallen into sensual encounters.She had sucked her husband while strangers watched and touched her. She had sucked strangers. She had been fucked by her husband while a crowd gathered round to watch and admired. She had almost been taken by the crowd - she had been glad her husband was there to protect her although a small voice wondered what it would have been like to have been taken by the crowd, taken by a queue of men who would have talked to her in a foreign language.