Chapter Eighteen
It was a small airport but with only a few ‘planes departing at that time of night, the bar was not too crowded.
Ian was relieved. Laura had insisted that he put on Andrea’s parting gift. It was a t-shirt with photographs printed on both sides. On the back was Ian’s selfie of him in just the little yellow panties. The front was even worse. It was from the changing room, when he was showing off his just-spanked bottom and wearing a school girl’s uniform.
Several long anxious seconds had ticked by before the officer at passport control had consented to let Ian through.
Andrea’s gift to Laura was in her suitcase. Ian licked his lips and felt a twitch of arousal at the thought of it. Alongside it was Laura’s extensive collection of beads, now strung onto a long thread. Ian
