Melissa then looked at her slave and whipped at her tits with the leather flogger. Amy moaned as she heard a crack."Uuuhh."Again Melissa whipped at he... tits again and again. Her big tits were turning red already with the leather flogger still being strapped across her chest."You like that whore?" Yes, mistress."Melissa then took hold of Amy's lace shirt and ripped it apart right down the middle, exposing her big tits. Melissa then took the flogger again and whipped Amy's tits harder. They began. Three or four times a week I would come home to eat dinner and generally just visit. About once a week or so I would drive with my father to a local steak house for dinner, u-know a little father daughter time.The assistant manager at this steak house was a young very well built black man and he often approached us to ask how we enjoyed the meal. I would just smile and check out his crouch while my father would comment on his meal. This little routine went so for a few months once a week or so. On the floor in the circle formed by the speakers was a ring of flowers.They seemed to glisten with dew. They had been picked over 5 years ago,but still looked like they had been picked minutes ago. Mike stood naked inthe circle.With a brief pop, the song started. It would be recognizable with the firstfew notes of the lead guitar: 'Paradise City' by Guns And Roses. The computerpushed the stereo to its maximum power: About ten thousand watts.When the bass drum kicked in, even the solid concrete. I knowit's not fair that you are in this position, but that's the cards you'vebeen dealt. It's not fair to take them down with you."He was right, and David was convinced. "All right, suppose I say yes.Can I at least go back home and get a few things?" Absolutely not," was his reply from Kyle. "You do not leave thishospital alive. Even the smallest or seemingly insignificant personalitem, either missing or found, would blow the whole thing."David was still ambivalent. Bradford made it easy.