"Don't fucking lie to me. I called Jessica's office half an hour ago and they said she had taken out a three-week holiday. What have you done to Jessi...a?" Look, I haven't done anything to Jessica, she..."She smacked me in the face once again and I could feel my cheek swell up."I said don't fucking lie to me. You have kidnapped her."I felt the tears in my eyes, "No, I haven't done anything to Jessica. Ok?"I saw that Sandra was thinking and after a few moments she said with a bit of sorrow in her. "We saw him twict yesterday, yessir. When we got off that miserable steamer down on the river wharf, there he was, bigger'n life and ugly as sin, sitting in his shiny black carriage, wavin' and smilin', pleased as punch. Makin' jokes about Early. He was right glad to see us, an' that's no fooling." He paused to gnaw a corner from his plug of dark tobacco.When he could talk again, the bewhiskered man continued, "Then the brass hats finally made up their damnfool minds 'bout which way we was to. I always knew he had a soft spot for the girls as he enjoys encouraging me to tell him their reaction while being caned. It wasn't long before we became so horny that we were rushing upstairs for a lustful fuck. Discussing the letter had evoked memories of school, our punishments, and the caning the team received.The cane plays a significant part in our sex lives as I am addicted to being punished and Mike has grown to love punishing me. I am bisexual with strong nymphomaniac tendencies and. Although ,that might have been because the wind had picked up, pushing snow in their faces. They stopped at Marie’s car, Michael waited expectantly for Marie to produce a key. She rummaged through her pockets and then reached for her purse, only to look up and notice it sitting on the passenger seat. ‘OH NO!’ Michael suddenly appeared right next to her, making conversation easier. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I left my keys in my purse, but my purse is in the car. I’m locked out!’ ‘Wait’ Michael gestured.