" What! Me?"Luslayla strikes my naked breasts with the spiked whip. I wail. I get another stroke, and one more. "Yes. You." I kiss the whip which left...burning marks on my flesh. It is routine with me. "Well, take the whip and beat the girl."I have never beaten anybody. Beating me is all right. But me beating others? Out of question. I feel a sheer horror, a forceful prompting to escape. I want to say: "Never. Rather beat me to death."At the same moment i notice something. A faint smile on. D. He remembered her when he and Diana had gone through her cancer scare a few years ago. The fear in his wife had greatly upset his home life and personal equilibrium. The woman doctor had been the right solution to their mutual problems. As it turned out, the cancer had was remission for over ten years now and according to their oncologist, unlikely to reappear. However, it had been a bad time for a few months, and Dr. Meldrum had made a positive difference. Henry volunteered to talk to. Then I heard someone coming down the stairs, and knew that Ms. Jenniferwas coming back into the living room. I had no idea or energy to try anddeal with her right now and whatever revenge she had in store for me."Beth, are you okay?" was what she said to me. All I could do was simplyrest my head on her shoulder and cry for what seemed like a really longtime.I truly felt like I was teetering on the edge of a knife, with any slightmovement whisking me away to life as a man again or life as a. ..IM MOANING AND GRINDING MY HIPS...I LAY THE SEAT DOWN SO YOU CAN A FULL VIEW....YOU TRYING TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD...BUT I KNOW BABY IT IS HARD....I SLIDE MY HAND DOWN MY STOMACH TO ME ALREADY WET PUSSY...I PUT MY FEET UP ON THE DASH WITH MY LEGS SPREADED...I KNOW YOU WANT TO LOOK..SO I TURN AROUND WITH MY HEAD ON THE DOOR..I TAKE ONE OF MY LEGS AND PUT IT ON THE HEAD REST OF YOUR SEAT AND THE OTHER ON THE DASH...I SPREAD MY LEGS WIDE OPEN SO YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING THAT I AM DOING....I.