Nasty things adventures ... make one late for supper!" The man relaxed just a little. I was sure he could read me like an open book and would know of ...he slight hint of flummery on my part.Taking this as a good omen of hope I continued, "It wasn't until May contacted me that I had any idea where Allison was, and I still didn't know where she was until the other night when I found her in the Blue Velvet. My intentions were to somehow obtain her release. I have some money, as you have undoubtedly. " Penny tried to reach around it and couldn't."We measured it a couple of years ago. It was fifteen foot around then. The water table is pretty shallow here. You see that wind mill over there?" Penny had just taken a bite of a peach Lee had uncovered so she waved him a "yes", "well we hit water at fourteen feet when we drilled it so it's not hard for these old mesquites to get to water."Penny was staring at the food that Lee had pulled out of the basket, "Who made all this?"Lee tried to look. And I went to college on a National Merit Scholarship?and I’m not that bright!?And of course Benny understood. He certainly was working harder and doing better since Nora’s enslavement of him. But he didn’t know sometimes if he could keep up with her incessant demands. What was it all about, anyway?Nora was a tough girl to be married to sometimes!Nora really made Benny wonder whether his commitment to a BDSM relationship was the way to go. The other night she’d tied piano wire around his cock. His broad hand smacking my soft flesh made such a beautiful sound in the room, smack owww, smack owww, smack owwweeee, smack after hard stinging smack, must have been one every second for at least ten minutes. Hundreds of smacks from the top of my hips to the backs of my knees until I was bawling like a baby, wanting him to stop and make wild passionate love to me but also wanting him to continue. I was entering a dream world as the smacks rained down on my upturned bottom, my crying changing.