Fearwas paramount now as she contemplated what was in store for her. As alwayswhen she was about to be punished, Cara begged to be let off, even as he... arousalintensified. Cara continued to beg, hopelessly, as Frank guided her onto the bench andpulled her hands behind her and under the bench to be fastened in cuffs there.Next he pulled up a large strap and buckled it firmly around her waist, holdingher securely to the bench. ?Oh, Frank ? please, I don't want to have my pussy whipped! He whips. I fully intended to be depressed and in a bad mood.“What in god’s name are you doing here, Maria? Is that Gary trying to hide behind you?” I growled at my colleague and friend. “Don’t you know it’s Friday night when young, randy people are off hitting the Honky-Tonks downtown and getting laid?”“Doc, you have been in such a bad mood all week since your woman went back to Chicago, that we decided that our good deed for the week would be to come out and keep you company!”Even as sour as I was. Holding him in her arms, she asked, "Do you want me to join you?" I would like that very much, but there is too much for us both to do," William answered. He kissed her again and said, "I should go now." Go," Lucy said feeling like she was sending a warrior out to do battle without knowing if he would return. Despite William's assurances that all would be right, she still harbored some doubts deep inside."I love you." I love you," she said. She watched him step out of the bedroom knowing that. That even earned her a slap across the face with the interrogator's gloves.Another question was, "Where did the Arsenal play football before the war?" which left her at a total loss, but unable to convince these men that she knew nothing of football. Her bottom felt the piano wire again, several times, as this question returned from time to time. In the end Margery suggested they visit the local public library where this information would be readily available.A more serious question was, "Who.