Moore had married maybe? Was she living with someone else? His pudgy thumb punched the doorbell insistently, until the door swung open a crack at last... ‘Special delivery letter for Sarah Moore’ he intoned into the narrow opening, moving so that the woman could see his postal uniform. ‘You’ll have to sign for it ma’am.’ ‘There’s nobody here by that name,’ the voice returned, the crack widening to the length of the security chain. Feake studied the face suspiciously. It was thin and pinched, the. She yelped in pain but managed not to move. It became easier later. She found that resting her forehead against the wall helped keep her nose ring from pulling painfully at her nose. Despite the fiery pain across her butt, she relished this minimal measure of control.The officer hit her ass harder and harder, in silent rage. Her whimpers of pain were not satisfactory enough for his sadistic impulses. Used to untrained girls, who cowered in fear and screamed at the least touch of the cane, his. He didn't want to take a cautious little sip in front of Kay. So his first gulp was twice as much as he had intended. His first thought was, gahhh... how can anyone possibly drink this stuff? And then the burning started. He gasped. Of course that was a mistake. The fumes he in haled made him cough and his eyes began to water.Kay's eyes were laughing at him, but she managed to keep a straight face when she said, "Maybe I made yours a little too strong." Maybe," was all John could manage to. She put on a short red minidress braless and a nice seamless cotton g-string without any pantyhose on, she also had a 5inch red pump on. We also booked a room at a nearby hotel in downtown about two blocks down the street from the restaurant.By the time we arrived at the restaurant, he was already there waiting. He couldn't help but noticing my wife's perky nipple pressing against the red dress. We greeted each other and took our seat in a booth with her facing her ex-boss. We ordered our food.