“I guess you will just have to go into the salon naked if you can’t figure out a way to make the shirt fit.”Knowing that she had no choice but t...o continue, Debbie pulled and tugged at the thin cotton tank top. Her breasts were just too large to fit in the top she thought to herself. Finally, she managed to pull it down covering her naked breasts. The top was pulled so taut that Debbie’s areolas and nipples were clearly visible through the thin white material. She also noticed that the top only. Thinking about the last night gave me an instant hard. But now, I was in two minds as to how I should take it forward. Should I pretend guilty in front of her? That all of this happened in the heat of the moment? Or should I take it that it was all mutual and we both participated equally in the act?When I thought about the whole episode, I could clearly see that she was completely into it. It was more like she wanted it to happen. Of course, I had planned it in such a manner. But she had equal. “I, Melanie Johnson, do hereby authorize and order Mr. James Jansen to punish me. To spank me. Til death do us part. No… wait… yes… to spank me. Ten times. With whatever force, he deems fit as long as he doesn’t spank me like a pussy.”“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said.Melanie propped the phone up on the dresser so that it faced us. Alice had probably a 40-watt bulb burning, but I guess it was enough light? What the fuck… what the fuck… My hard-on had vanished from before, but now. " Yeah," I agreed. "But I need to get moving." I headed down the corridor the guard had pointed out to me. A short distance down the public restrooms proclaimed themselves.Once I'd locked myself and my briefcase into a stall I immediately went to work. The first step was to detach the bullet casing from my key fob. Acetone was supposed to release superglue, and it did so readily. I carefully cleaned off the casing with acetone-soaked toilet paper to make sure all residue was gone, rubbed it.