Rest that cute ass on the bend my sweet loving whore…You move to the bench, flung your hands on the other side on the bench as you spread you legs, ...esting on your torso… exposing your ass… preparing it for the belt. You know this will hurt… but you want to please me…so you take it all with pride.I have no need to restrain you… you have never moved from the bench without my command, you may once or twice reach to caress your welted ass cheeks but you never stood up from the bench.I move closer. Her beautiful ass rose and fell in long, steady strokes. The pain didn’t seem to stop her, she wanted Lucas to feel good.Lucas seemed to sense the change in Rose’s mental state. He began to watch Rose’s beautiful face, which although she had a happy smile and tears in her eyes, showed a little of the pain she was feeling. Rose is a strong woman, a assassin, has gone through many life and death battles, and had many injuries. The pain wasn’t much for her, but Rose was so overwhelmed with. After a ten or so minute walk we arrived at the estate of Dr. Paulson. The thugs got in front of us and knocked on the door of his mansion. The rest of the island lived in shacks but his immense wealth allowed for a huge mansion that looked roughly the size of the White House if the books I’d seen were any indication.Dr Paulson opened the door. He was about 6 feet tall and had white hair with a matching white goatee. He wore black sunglasses. He had a menacing look as he looked over my. Yes." I said, stunned.He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he'd gottenthrough the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.The big man looked around our small place, until his eyessettled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered."I wanted to talk to you in private." He said, "Mind if Isit down?" Of course not, please..." I stammered, still not believingHe was here. "Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?" A glass of wine would be nice." He said, seating himself onour.