But you’d probably enjoy that too much, and we can’t have that. Do you understand why?" No, Mistress." A spanking didn’t sound too bad.Lisa sigh...ed. "A forfeit must be something that you really want to avoid. Something that’s either too painful, or too revolting, or just too embarrassing for you to enjoy. Otherwise it won’t matter if you complete a task. Can you see that?"Helen bit her lip. "Yes, Mistress, I can:" Then you’ll understand how it works." But," Helen decided to seize the moment and. “Get out you fucking, dirty whore,” the unknown man sneered, but Colette found that she had no choice in the matter as a handful of her hair was grabbed up in the man’s fist and she was half dragged out of the car.Colette stumbled across the road with the two men and her husband as she was half dragged by her hair and continually pushed and shoved.They entered the men’s toilet block and Colette was immediately struck by the general filth of the place. It stunk of stale. It was all I could do to stop myself from punching the air with a yell of triumph. The indications were tiny – no one else in the shop would have noticed anything unusual – but I knew that I had hooked my fish. She slowly turned her head to look at me as if for the first time. Her sulky expression was replaced by a nervous faraway smile that improved her appearance enormously, and in her eyes was that tell-tale sparkle. I pretended to be unaware of her while she started to edge closer. She was. Of course, Joan described Lea."Has she bothered you?" he asked."Bothered? Aside from the dreams being so real, I can't say I'm bothered, no," replied Joan frowning. "But she seems so real." Maybe she is." Oh, Ken. Don't be silly. If I only see her in dreams, then how could she be real?" Are you so sure they were dreams?" he asked, smiling."Of course they were dreams," Joan said with a short laugh. "No one could be that impossibly beautiful."Ken shrugged and replied, "So, if She's just a dream,.