I got to my feet and took off my tee shirt and slid my shorts and underwear down, kicking them across the room. I kind of danced around a second, feel...ing the air around me. I stopped and wondered if I could take the next step. I decided I could. I opened the door and slipped into the hallway. I took a small chance and hurried to the bathroom, pushing the door close to latching but not quite.I peed and looked in the mirror above the sink. I couldn’t see below my belly button. I looked pretty. Whatever it costs is surely to be cheaper that the cost of you killing the morale of everyone around here. Now, go down to Marla's - it's just a few blocks down Main St." What's it called? Marla's? That's a funny name for a costume shop." It's not a costume shop, but I think you can find something there that would work. Besides, everywhere else doesn't open until a couple of hours, and the big bosses will be down here in an hour to judge the costumes and determine if we all get the day off. ”“Yeah, but it never stopped there,” he added in a barely audible whisper.“Oh,” I replied uncomfortably.“Please understand, I am happily married and have no regrets about that, but now and then I get an itch," he shamefully informed me.I did not ask for any more details and allowed the conversation to end naturally.We continued splashing around and sipping our wine after that for a short while before John again spoke. “Well, I suppose we had better head to the change room and put on dry. He gave the shocked and scared daughter the thin robe to wear and they then left. Back at the house, he took the new wives to their rooms and told them to get naked and get in bed. Then he went to take another wife to her room and told her to strip. ‘lay over the end of the bed.’ he told her. As she did this, he then started to spank her ass. She had very white skin and the slaps to her ass showed his hand print and soon her ass was bright red. He spanked her about thirty times and her ass was.