They slept. Death seemed to crawl closer.The few doctors on duty were miserable. Hazel didn’t know why. They were making three times what she was. B...t then, money didn’t mean very much, did it? She knew it, but it still felt nice to see the monthly payslip, to know that there was more to save for a rainy day. A rainy day. Could that be a British thing? Surely not. It was always raining.She stood up, left the movie playing while retrieving her phone from where it was precariously balanced to. I take the flogger off of her chest and lay it so the tails cover her face forcing her to close her eyes. I know she can smell the rawhide and feel its texture on her lips and eyelids. I go to the cabinet and get a pair of scissors. I get on the table and kneel between her legs and nip the hem of the slip. I take the material and tear it slowly up the front until it reaches the hem by her neck. The sound is rich and evocative of exposure. She knows she is open now; vulnerable to my gaze. I cut. Aaron was the first to arrive, I thought it strange he didn’t have his girlfriend along but I didn’t inquire. He was dressed for the party in a tight tank top and swim trunks, showing off his fine features. He was the perfect gentleman, he said that I had done enough, that he would take care of every thing else and that I should go relax. When his friends began to arrive he answered the door and greeted them, all the while I was sunning by the pool. The next thing I knew there were a dozen. .. on your knees," he said laying back on the bed so his pelvis was openly displayed. "Suck it, Sweetheart ... earn your fucking money!"Ron pushed her down to her knees until the small penis was mere inches from her overly flushed face. The moment was a lasting memory for Betsy and she remembered staring at the man's gross belly and small cock. It was utterly profound and Betsy could not believe her dilemma. "Suck'im baby ... and make it good," Ron whispered.Suddenly her head was in Gino's lap.