?Francesca helped me into a hospital gown and nothing more was said. I was trundled off to x-ray, and after an endless series of x-rays and a brain ...can, we had the diagnosis. Nothing was broken except my face. I had a smashed nose, both cheekbones were fractured, and my face was pitted with scraps of broken glass, many of which had embedded themselves in the bones.The first job for the Resident was removal of as many pieces of glass as possible. Francesca held my hand through much of. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide down her black stockings, revealing white panties with a generous wet path through which her excited cunt shone through, teasing Dean's blurry eyes; he was more than ready for his tongue to worship it as she grinned and brought the vicious cane down, her clitoris in need of a slave's tongue as it pulsed at her enjoyment of inflicting pain. He whimpered in surrender as she cut him again and again mercilessly, and tensed his captured limbs against the. "Why were you so nasty to that guy, Mr. Jenkins?" asked Linda. "They said they wanted our money. They might have left us alone if we gave them our wallets, but you seemed to egg him on." I was charged with taking care of your girls. I knew those two guys were armed and dangerous. I didn't have the luxury of hoping they would be content with robbing us. I felt the best course of action was to take out the first guy while the other one was still several feet away. I was dead certain he would not. But strippers haven’t been very good dancers in the last thirty years from what I’ve seen. The music doesn’t help. All it is, is techno with a loud bass thud thud thud. They play a fast song and the girls slow down.”“What kind of dance would you like to see?”“I think that the girl should dance the way she would with a date on the dance floor. The rhythm of the dance should keep up with the rhythm of the music. And the dancer should dance in such a way so that they show off their best physical.