The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back.She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust...first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her. Just like he said you’d do. At least I can believe him even if he’s only interested in what’s between my legs. At least he’s honest. Well I guess this is goodbye then Grant?”“G-Gwen, c-can’t you see it from my point of view? Even though I-I know I love you it-it’s so humiliating to...”“So, just like George said you say, you’re only worried about yourself. Isn’t true love supposed to be unselfish and not self-serving?”“W-Well yes, b-but...”“But what Grant darling? Are you ashamed of me. "Seems that it's your lucky day sissy, a deal is a deal, here, take thecard," she said holding the charge card out to him.My father reached out and quickly grabbed the card as if fearing shewould change her mind. Once he had it in hand he placed it in his purseand said, "Thank you Miss, thank you Mister Oliver. May I go now? I knowMister Oliver needs to be going." Yes you may," Claire said. At that my father was out the door and onhis way.While I personally wasn't in attendance during this. Both had taken on the warmth of their mother and not the hardness of their father. Her brother had left the South, just as Amanda had. Following four years at Harvard, and graduating Phi Beta Kappa in fine arts and history, he could not bear the thought of being ‘culturally buried’ at the plantation. Additionally, he felt little affiliation with the South where he had been raised. What with Florence’s ‘Yankee’ propaganda during his childhood and the eight years he had spent in New York and.