His eyes are questioning me on why I took so long, but he doesnt say anything as he pulls me down to the couch for a kiss. I kiss him back letting him... have some fun but also knowing that he isnt going to be disappointed when I finally let him have his way. He gently begins to pull my shirt up a bit just enough so he can get his hands underneath and I get some satisfaction from the surprise on his face when he feels the other fabric under my shirt. As soon as I see that look I pull his hands. It was as if, if only Icould avoid putting these things on my masculinity was assured. If Ihad to give in maybe I was on the slippery slope to transvestitism. Itseemed to work. I made my meal, read some research papers, watched alittle TV, and went to bed. The bag remained on the sideboard.It was not until the morning attack that I retrieved the bag. Manymornings were like this. I simply did not want to even get out of bed.I had to drag myself to basin and the shower. Worries without. Well lift that long skirt to show me." Sally went redder in the face if that was at all possible. Reached down with a hand and pulled the hem line of her skirt up to the top of her thighs showing the tops of her stockings and the top of her milky white thighs. But not her pussy."Higher so I can show your not wearing any panties Please."Sally pulled the skirt higher. The camera on the phone clicked. Mr Black pushed some buttons and sent the image. Mr Black looked at the screen. "Finger your. So she landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks time and again as Marian squirmed around on her lap and kicked her legs and cried out. Vicky saw Marian’s bottom quickly turn dark pink and then red as the spanks continued. She kept count of the spanks and at twenty spanks on each bottom cheek saw they were nicely glowing. She could also see Marian sobbing and the tears flowing down her face.Marian was struggling as the spanks landed time and again without any respite. She had never.