She's been drinking. She isn't thinking straight, I told myself. End the conversation before one of you says something you can't take back."I'll talk ...o you tomorrow, Liz," I said."No, we'll talk about it now. Are you fucking her?" Goodbye," I said and ended the call. I was so angry my hands were shaking.The phone rang again a few seconds later. I let the machine take the call.Liz apologized to the machine. "I'm so sorry, Brent. I didn't mean what I said. That was the wine talking, not me. It's. Hardman blew a shrill whistle and walked to the center front of the room.Turning his back on the straining prisoners Col. Hardman addressed today's audience."Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for attending this mornings punishment session. " he announced."For those of you who have not attended a Stallion session before I should give you some brief introductions."Pointing to a large wall clock behind the Stallions he explained "Today's session will start shortly and last eight hours."Turning his. It was about 7 in the evening when I arrived at Mel’s house; anxious about the surprise she had for me. There was a little note on the front door telling me to let myself in. I walked straight to her bedroom, figuring she would be hanging out in there waiting for me, but the room was empty. So I headed to the back yard thinking she was in the pool. When I opened the door she was sitting there at a table on the pool deck, and got the biggest smile on her face as I walked over to her. She. She leaned over me and asked if I was awake. I answered and she said I had dozed off for a few minutes again. She leaned further and kissed me good night; as she did I could feel her nipple drag across my chest. I returned the gesture and said good night, but I could not help myself and placed my hands around her firm ass and squeezed and tugged her slightly toward me. She was off balance and fell onto the bed; both tits flattening into my chest; my throbbing woody stabbing her in the tummy. I.