I realised I was lucky to meet Renee, she had shown me the pleasures to be had with a woman. She had been rather bossy with me, but as I said I liked ...hat. She was just like my husband in a way, taking control and making our decisions. I did wonder about the number of women who referred to her as 'Madame Renee,' but put that down to just being the French way. I was excited to hear from her when she phoned on Monday morning, telling me how she kept thinking of me. All day Tuesday I kept hoping. .. ANYTHING... JUST DON'T HURT ME ANY MORE."Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my buttocks were on fire."AHGGGGGGGGGGGGG," I shrieked when she thrashed me twice more.She hurried back to her camera, snapping pictures of my misery. I was crying uncontrollably. The harder I cried the more pictures she snapped... She approached me again. I began to whimper like a little girl. "Please, Carol... please don't hit me any more. I'll do what you want... please, no more."She un-snapped the waist band of. I’m sure you’re aware that we’ll be in Nashville for the Grand Ole Opry this Saturday night, and we’ll have to fly to New York from there, after that show.”“Sir, we have taken the opportunity to make all the arrangements for you and your troupe ahead of time, in hopes that you would accept our invitation to fly to New York and appear live on Mr. Sullivan’s Show on such short notice. I will personally meet you in Nashville and I’ll attend your performance there. I have received permission from. The thought of that male would remain vivid in her mind, and the warmth of her slot would be reminded of it further, by the vigour of her fingers on returning home.Crawford felt a sense of total defeat as the cab moved away, his eyes looking up from his kneeling position upon its floor, to catch a last view of the window to his abode, from which he’d viewed the world in a liberty which was no longer his, a vista which the gallows would ensure he never viewed again. His cock retained a perverse.