Let the sentence becarried out?. Then I heard this swishing sound and then the mostexcruciating pain across my back, I struggled against my restraints...butit was no use. It hurt so much but at the same time my little cock leakedinside my thong. I deserved the whip, I needed it and wanted it. Theytimed the lashes perfectly, waiting until I had recovered enough to feeleach one. After the last one on my back, the whip master came around tothe front of me and administered the same, keeping clear of. Will we need more? If we do, we will have to find some other place to store them, since the armory will be practically full."Sam thought for a moment as said, "That's certainly enough in the armory for now. Can we continue to store missiles at the quarry?" Certainly, we can probably store 10,000 there. Shall I have production continue until we have that many?" Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I don't know how many we will need, but I like to think that you can never have too much. I have a friend who is like that. Tom's confident, popular with the girls and good at sports. His parents are well off. He even drives a car. Yes, he is eighteen and in high-school. Yet for some reason, I'm his best friend and he is mine.Now don't get me wrong. My parents are great just not rich. I'm not bad in sports and have had a couple of nice girl friends. But the last one ended quite badly. I found out that she wasn't the virgin beauty I thought she was. I saw her cheating when I went to. Soon I settled in and went about my chores. I used to come back late and directly go to my room, I could hear tv playing loud in their living room. On the terrace they used to hang their clothes for drying, at times I used to find a odd lungi hanging overnight and a nighty hung now and then. Sundays I used to sleep till late and wake up and strolled in the terrace. During one of the Sundays, Sulekha came up to hang the clothes. She smiled and I smiled back. We made small chit chat, she asked me.