" "Good. Now I'm going to show you the instruments I will use for your discipline. You are to chose which one I will use." She then produced a leather... paddle, a strap about 2 feet long attached to a handle, a switch and a whip. I had been paddled before and spanked with a belt and a switch. They all hurt but the belt seemed to sting less than the others. "Which do you want me to use on you?" "The strap ma'am." "The strap it is. Since this is your first time I will allow your panties to remain. She was not that much older than Susan! But she was older.He left the bed and Angela sleeping, and made his way downstairs. Jeanette was on watch, and offered to make him some tea, saying she needed to stretch her legs.He covered for her gratefully, and while she was in the kitchen he saw a solitary policeman walking up the drive. Victor went to the door before he could ring the bell and wake the house. The man had a summons to attend the police station to be questioned in an hour. Victor. Mr.Yog is an old fat man maybe 68years old bold with a mustache and his Chinese look. At the road to home I explain to him that he had to stay for a long time coz my husband is going to be late to arrive and what I felt that he agree immediately. We arrived home and I was showing him where he is going to sleep in the room near to my room .I start to help him taking his cloth out of the bag and I could feel his stare on my cleavage, well the top was so tight that he could see my nipples through. Her hair. Her face. Just like the picture. And then she saw me. Our eyes met. Not the proverbial romantic moment, but a mutual smile of recognition. Of being pleasantly surprised that sometimes pictures don’t lie. The conversation was lovely. Just like our e-mails, but with her voice speaking them out loud. Her accent, to me sounding so exotic, and yet to her, my North American voice was equally accented. We walked to my car, talking, as I carried her bag. There had been no prior plans, no.