The younger sister was holding a tube of cream and a pack of plasters in her right hand and said nothing as she began to soothe me. I continued to sni...f and sob into Nicola’s knees as Maureen Hannah began to rub handfuls of cooling cream into my sore bottom and thighs, taking her time to ensure that she massaged every inch of my red, hot and sore backside.Once she was satisfied, she removed several plasters from the pack and placed them over the few small cuts that had appeared on my bottom. The one thing that was never on their lips or in their mouths was a word of protest against anything their husbands wanted. That is not to imply that their mouths and lips were idle. Quite to the contrary, their mouths and lips were engaged with great regularity. They didn’t complain.For other women however, a great deal had changed. Any woman convicted of a crime and sentenced to indentured servitude had a very different experience. Any woman condemned to death, and processed into the New. "No problem. And, please, when you find her tell her we all miss her, would you?" Sure."+++I got in the car and turned the rearview mirror towards myself. Striking resemblance? We had the same hair colour, sure, but... I glanced at her picture. Okay, I could see it a little. Similar mouth, nose, eyes. Especially eyes. But still, not what I would call striking.I shrugged and pulled out of the parking lot, heading back to the office. People see what they expect to see.+++Madeline wasn't at her. Why me…? There are many gay porn stars you could’ve chosen. I am very intrigued why you chose me,” K Mac asked intrigued.“It’s your technique. You are rough, but not extreme. You fuck with intensity, without being sadistic or ridiculously punishing. The women always seem that they are loving it, and never look like they are in any discomfort. For me, you have perfected the art of good, hard, fucking. Your playful approach is mesmerizing and you are a joy to watch. Jesus… I have watched dozens.