You are the smart little jackass, aren’t you? Well, you keep your little trio. I’d sooner see you in hell anyway. I’m not staying in this shitty...little hole one more minute. (RICHIE grabs his guitar and storms out. The lights and projection fade and the curtain closes.) Scene 2 – On The Streets of Chicago (The lights come up on the closed curtain. RICHIE enters, guitar in hand. As he gets to about center, MARK enters, following) MARK: Richie, wait up! (RICHIE stops and turns around.) RICHIE: Go. I didn't know if I would feel his cock, tongue or finger first and I really didn't care. To my pleasant surprise, he started by burying his face between my cheeks. His tongue entered my ass and began to move around. Well, this guy was no novice. He was making my ass produce a nice coating of lube.After driving me crazy with his tongue for about five minutes, he stood up and told me to get on my knees and lay my upper body on the bench so my ass would be sticking out for him. He got behind me,. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was always a choice, he told her often. A choice she was free to make, knowing the consequences of her actions. A whipping was hers for the asking.She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for her to undress. She couldn't deny that he had warned her, that she had agreed to be punished if she were. Marty, this is Dave, he's sort of my honorary father." I'm pleased to meet you sir," he said. He was obviously a little uncomfortable, but his voice was steady, and he met my eyes without flinching."I'm pleased to meet you, too, Martin — or do you prefer Marty?" Marty is fine, sir." Then, call me Dave, rather than sir ... it makes me feel old!"Martin Peters became a regular caller. However, it was noticeable that Jenni always sat with him in the family areas. I don't think I once saw them use.