They’d picked a good night, two poker tables with 13 players in all. You buy chips when you sit down. And when you need more. So the house cash was ...in one place.That was a little over $4,000. But the real money was in billfolds around the tables. Billfolds and my purse.The four thugs weren’t nervous, more businesslike than anything. I felt a little tummy flutter, but wasn’t really worried. This wasn’t a bunch of hyped up punks. Nor terrorists. It seemed like just a straightforward urban. By now, bent across the desk, my bottom arched upwards, I'm trembling, braced against the impact of the first blow. Goose pimples prick my skin.'I'm sorry,' I burble. 'I'm so,so sorry.'sister Emily hesitates. Her eyed are fixed on the two white domes of my buttocks: firm and ripe and round. She rests the cane on the desk. She kneels down behind me and tentatively takes my cheeks in her hands. Then she begins to lick them. I'm astounded. What's happening? A reprieve. I can't believe it.Her lips. "Jane then stripped completely in a flash. She was in no mood to ease into lovemaking, and neither was I. I gazed upon her naked body and said, "Mmmm, you are as delicious as ever."She then threw me onto the bed and launched herself onto me. We kissed furiously again, this time with her warm body plastered on mine. Her lovely firm B-cups pressed into my tiny 32AA boobs. My big nipples hardened.She pulled up and looked at my boobs. "Mmmm, I thought I felt something. I've always loved your huge. “OK. Get me the details as soon as you can, but I’m going to book a flight down on Tuesday afternoon and home on Thursday. I’ll have Jolene lead classes while I’m gone, because obviously you aren’t available to do it.”Jolene was a 1st Dan black belt that I’d leapfrogged when I received my 2nd Dan stripe before her, despite her having been a black belt longer.“I’ll let you know more details tomorrow morning at class,” I said.“Thanks.”We hung up and I decided to call Bethany. I hadn’t really had.