"I hope to tell you know that you have just brought a blush to the hardest woman in town." laughed Jeremy. "Speak gently of my wife to be, I pray." Je...emy stood slowly, shaking his head. "It's gonna get interestin' around here. Real interestin'."They sat at table to have their nooning. The food was plentiful and toothsome. Both men were satisfied as they pushed themselves away from the table.A maid, Carlotta, came out to remove the serving dishes and china, then came back to stand before. She led the way upstairs and in the bedroom we embraced again and I started to strip her. She lay back with an approving smile on her face as I removed her panties and smelt the wet juices on them.Soon I was naked too, and joined her on the bed. I was amazed at her eagerness and willingness to let me do what I wanted to her after only having met her a few minutes previously. Two fingers swiftly in her cunt, I stimulated her g-spot vigorously, her juices flowed freely the harder I did it to. No…no..no…But it was. Instead of a wonderful racing car ready to turn on and drive away she saw clear plastic bags. Big ones, small ones, middle sized ones, each filled with what seemed to her to be thousands upon thousands of tiny shapes. There was a black object in its own space at one end of the box with ‘Motor’ stamped on it and a smaller object in its own space at the other end with ‘Remote Control Unit’ stamped on it. Nadine was stunned. She gazed at the pile of pieces in front of her and. Mr. Lee would then begin the whipping and very soon thereafter the girl would begin crying out for mercy. The rules were simple, if she could convince one person in the bar to pardon her she would not receive the full twenty strokes and the whipping would immediately stop. The poor girl would often cry and beg the bar for mercy but she rarely found any. While it did sometimes occur that the patrons would pardon the server these pardons often came very close to the end of her ordeal. It never.