“Daddy, don’t let him do this to me!” I cried, hoping for forgiveness. “She’s in your hands now, Detective,” my mother said calmly. “Thi...s isn’t going to be pretty, but it’s very necessary,” Chang told my parents as he walked towards the sofa. “Kaitlyn, remember the spanking I gave you earlier today?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” I said meekly. “Well,” he smiled sarcastically. “You’ll remember this one even more”. He pointed to the sofa and ordered me to bend over the arm rest, but not before he had me. An attractive blonde woman answered the door, she said her name was Jill and they followed her into the lounge where a slightly older lady with dark hair was sitting. She stood and they all shook hands. Both Jill and jean wore black latex basques with cut outs for their tits. Both of them had lipstick coated nipples and wore ultra high heels.They all had a glass of wine and chatted. Jean said that they were both dominant bisexuals and had been having sex with each other since teenagers. Their. He shuffled his papers muttering to himself. The young woman calmed herself and smiled.“I suggest we re-convene tomorrow Sir, when I will present more key evidence.”The judge nodded a little embarrassed and called a close to the day’s proceedings. The drug lord almost roared with rage. The informant why had he evaded detection so long? And this bitch wasn’t playing by the rules; all this new information was beginning to look bad for him. But he had made his decision days ago; you had to know. I couldn't figure out how I was going to get into and out ofthe car, walk around a shopping mall (Please! No!) and climb into and outof the stylist's chair without displaying my plastic pants! I diidn't evenwant tro consider how difficult a trip to a shoe store would be!Of course, the stylist, my grandmother's friend, knew what I was wearingunder my romper long before I carefully climbed into the stylist's chair.When Grandma brought me into the salon, the owner gave me a knowing smile,a wink.