My fingers pull your tender pussy lips wide apart to further expose you to your friends. "One of the things she enjoys best," I say, "is to be punishe...d. Take a look at some of these pictures." You see me take out our private album and show the pictures of you being spanked just like a little girl. The album contains graphics pictures of you and despite the already exposing position you are now in, you find yourself embarrassed again. Bill is standing just behind Marge as they look through the. No such luck. She was in the living room, all right, but sitting on the sofa wearing slacks and a conservative blouse. Her eyes weren't gleaming with passion, as I had imagined; quite the contrary, she seemed to be having trouble looking directly at me. Her face seemed to be expressing fear rather than longing."Nancy, what's wrong?" Come sit down," she said, patting the sofa beside her."You look like you've seen a ghost." I think maybe I have. I was a bad girl again today." What? You mean bad. Along the way, many of you have told me what you wished was different about yourself and I’ve tried to help you achieve that goal. This is really just an extension of that same idea.”“So tonight, I give you a choice. If you’d like to be a part of the pilot, stay till the end. We have some things for you to do and we’ll add you to the list.”“In the meantime, I want each of you to be yourselves here. Try things you want to try. Help each other enjoy yourselves as much as you like. Don’t focus on. You might say Dan’s moth wings had been severely singed in Esmeralda’s flame. Now here Dan had just stumbled on another woman with an exotic Latina name. Roxanna. Dan liked the sound of that name. Very much! Dan liked even more what Roxanna had to say about herself. "I’m learning how to cook without burning it!" Roxanna’s written profile told him. "Now that's funny," Dan laughed out loud. He wanted to read more. Another joke right off the bat. “I’m a flawed Mexican. My father came from Mexico..