..“„That's right, slave... but I want your bottom higher.“ Up it came, twitching and quaking with dread. How glad Quentin was that he'd got a RE...L cane to lay on with.Ssssswwweeee... cccrrraacccckkkk!„Aaaiiieeee... aaaahhhhhh...„ Experineced as she was, Melissa could not withstand the biting agony of a rod like that laid on with full force. She writhed right down to the floor before forcing herself to resume her upthrust posture for the last stroke.Quentin brought it down at the very lowest. I guess your governor is a lot more paranoid than anyone on Wadi. I mean, we are putting in things, but most of our improvements are more about making our surroundings more pleasant. I haven't heard anything about a fear of some BEMs (bug eyed monsters) or anything. I'm sure a huge part of it is just how far from Earth and the rest of humanity we are. I mean I've been told that there have been a few colonies that suffered from rather poor management, but no one around here knows of one.Not that. Even goes to church and has a whole moral Christian thing going. The other day she got off on a rant about the new Fifty Shades of Gray movie that came out. Said she couldn’t believe women were lining up to see it and how it exploits women and promotes the mistreatment of women. I thought that was really ironic. See, here’s the thing. Kacey’s sister is pole dance instructor. She’s not a stripper, but a dance instructor. When I was in college, a stripper pole was something slutty girls. “Oh shit that’s good.” she remarked and kicked off her pumps. “I love a glass or two of good wine after a long day.”“Mm me too.” I agreed, taking a long swig from my glass. “So you said you were married earlier. Where’s your husband?” “Oh, he’s away on business. He’s into pharmaceuticals and he has to travel all over. He speaks at seminars, it’s the most boring shit I’ve ever listened to, but he likes it. He gets to travel all over the US, and when he goes, he’s gone for at least three days,.