“Please!” Her plea, a hoarse expression of the deliverance from the self -torment she has been causing herself. “Please what Rebecca?” “Plea...e, oh please, let me come, please I need to come!” Travis has a devilish look in his eyes. He comes up and kisses Rebecca firmly on the lips. She can taste her own sweet excitement. Still locked in his kiss, she feels his fingers slide into her soaked pussy. Dragging his fingers back, he hits a point inside her that has never been touched before. Her body. Even Lucille looked good to me that morning. Two hours later we were standing in one of many lines of automobiles waiting to go to the auction block. Louis Tremount drove up in a two year old Ford. ‘Do not look at him when he drives up.’ I advised Lucas, ‘All these cars have keys in them. I do not want to try to stop him as he drives off in a car.’ I said to Lucas. The Line captain called Louis over while we stood nearby checking out an Impala. As Louis walked by, I moved quickly behind him and. I nodded, not sure if I could speak quite yet. My eyes were burning, and my vision was blurred.I sniffled a couple of times, and got myself under control. I let them know what had happened, and about Coach's plan to meet early on Monday morning. We sat up together, the four of us, for about an hour, talking about the accident and how much our town was going to be affected by the tragic news.Finally, exhaustion set in, and I slowly found my way to my room and shut the door. I needed a shower. I. On the last of those five strokes, the eighth stroke total, precious spit the gag out of her mouth and screamed loudly. Her feet came loose from the pegs and her hands released their holds. She was balanced on the padded bench thrashing and screaming.“I guess any of you with the eighth stroke of the cane get your tips back plus your reward,” Mistress Leather said dejectedly. Then she bowed to the crowd and stepped behind the curtain as the stagehands rolled precious off stage still balanced.