She sniffed and patted my arm. “As usual. What does yours say?”I read the markings on the side. “It says ‘Diff’. Difference, maybe? Even tho...ugh I can’t see a difference.”“I think it might be diffusion.”“Hmm. All right, maybe there’s something to it.” I peered through the filter at the room beyond, but whatever effect the glass was producing, it was understated. It was only when I turned to look at Shannon’s face through it that I caught onto the slight softness it seemed to produce.She smiled. The nose of the glass butt plug was icy on my sphincter as it only justbeen taken out of the fridge where we stored them. I relaxed, and thecold plug muscled open my sphincter as Babs firmly pushed it in. Movingto my side Babs gently tapped my buttocks with the paddle, there was apause where I held my breath and then there was the loud slapping noiseas the paddle struck my buttocks squarely and half a second later thepain cascaded through my body. By the time I received the second blow Icould. On her days off she taught Ludmilla the tricks of the trade.Being good friends, they soon became lovers. Neither wanted Russian men. So they pooled their money to buy lovely clothes, then had to pay a photographer to have their pictures taken. They signed up to be brides for westerners, preferrably rich Americans. They got some hits from men looking for wives but nothing turned out for Ludmilla. Olga found an American and married him. She talked the man into giving Ludmilla enough money for. When I heard a car door shut in the driveway, then saw the unlocked door open, I looked up from my book. Time was still nautical twilight. The sun was fifteen degrees below the horizon, but a faint glow of light shone in the east. Primitives knew dawn would be here in less than an hour. A new day was beginning. “You wanted to make sure your cunt was safe?” I asked. He sighed. “Yes. I know you. I know Dimitri, that scoundrel. I know your husband’s need to reassert himself. So I came here.” .