I read about half of the story, stopped, and went back and reread part of it. Maybe I was missing something important. Maybe their lives weren't munda...e? Could their emotions and circumstances be as tangled as mine and Lyn's? Didn't hardly seem possible; but then, they were people too, right? What were their hopes and dreams? Fears? I was learning about fears.I reread more of the story, looking for hidden agendas, secrets. Well, Elliot was a clever dude, I thought. They were there in aplenty,. The first swat, I think I felt it vibrate through the roots of my hair. It was hard and cold and it stung with instant intense heat. He spoke not a word, but delivered an entire speech through twenty-five hard swats. I knew with the first swat that he was using the long leather slapper that I hated with a passion that could melt an iceberg. I began whimpering after the ninth swat, and by the time the last one was delivered I was gasping between racking sobs. The blindfold felt soaked from. We were getting started, firing up the word processor and getting refreshments to share when the doorbell rang and then rang again.Ma was out the back and Anna was partway up the stairs so she turned around to answer it.I heard her say "Rosy" and then "What's the matter?"I left my books and hurried downstairs.Rosalee was in Anna's arms, her face buried in Anna's shoulder and she was sobbing.I joined them and Rosalee cried out "Roger!" and grabbed me without letting go of Anna."What is the. I couldn't understand why, but it actually started feeling good. I started pushing back on his cock the best I could. My cunt was dripping wet and making a puddle on the floor. I figured I would be licking it up once I had finished fucking today.Jimmy kept fucking me and I was getting hotter by the minute. I couldn't understand how I could be so excited when my ass hurt so much. I was actually getting into being ass fucked and wanted more. I thought about what a fucking whore I had become. I.