I had forgotten Jaz and wasn't sure what she wanted to do when I heard, Whip, that fuckin' white shit's cunt" as the first lash landed on my open and ...xpose cunt. The pain was intense as I cried out loudly, "That's it Jaz, make that fuckin' white shit whore squeal" as a second, then third lash rained down on my cunt. When the tenth lash crossed my cunt I was totally absorbed in the pain that I barely felt then untie me, pull me off the bed and laying me down on the floor, spread my legs open. "Yeah," she answered. "I don't know why, but... I was a littleembarrassed about it, so I'd spray it and spike it again in the car.Weird, I know."I didn't see anything too bad in her confession so far, so I justwaited."So, anyway, one day, this man comes in to see my supervisor and he isall upset about an issue with a renovation that's underway at thathospital and my supervisor does a lousy job of explaining why therenovation is taking so long. I happen to overhear the conversation andI jump in. Throwing on a housecoat, Janet slipped out to the backyard, and with a sharp steak knife, cut off a long thin branch from the maple tree that shaded their home.Back inside the house, Janet cut the twigs that sprouted from the tree branch, leaving small, rough, nubs poking out up and down the stick. She returned to her bedroom with a large bowl, and after shucking her robe, retrieved a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer. She grinned as she dropped the panties into the bowl and began. "John scolded me, "Don't leave your keys in your truck. What if someone saw them in there and stole the truck?"I laughed, "It's a dependable old truck, but it isn't worth much. I've always left them in there and have never had a problem. I don't leave the keys in the Jeep, so I must think no one will bother an ugly old truck."John told me, "Calvin, Carla, and I will pick it up. I heard Calvin had a talk with you about Camille. The guy has it bad over her. I think he's worse than Carla and I.