I still had that hard thing in my pants and I tried to figure a way to walk through the restaurant without looking like a big pervert. I put everythin... in the best place I could and started following her toward the entrance (I honestly have no idea if I succeeded at hiding everything but in my head it was good enough). She went through the wooden door heading to the bathroom, and I followed her there quickly.The bathroom there are quite impressive. First there is some kind of lobby, closed with. Mostly just flat out painful. The weight. The holding my breath for so long at a time. The humiliation of being used as a thing by countless total strangers. The filth. Some of these women don’t clean their bottoms very well, or at all. But mostly just unbelievably painful.”“Painful,” she said again. “That’s the last thing I’d have expected you to say, except for the breath part.”“Even a light girl like you,” he said. “It felt like my face was in a vise being slowly cranked.”“Oh, I’m sorry,”. She had early on known what it was to have the screams of the tortured ringing in her ears.And how dare Angela call her spoilt. It was no freak of nature that Francesca had withstood her recent beating so well, since her stern father had always been very free and easy when it came to chastising his rebellious daughter. It had been like being back at home as Angela's whip had hissed through the air on its journey to her back. Well - her father hadn't broken her and nor would this repulsive. I was headed right by Vi's house on the right ... And, sure enough, the car that had been missing from the driveway for about 10 days was right there in it's normal place.I decided I'd go by and knock on the door, and check things out. Vi and her daughter Rhonda got to the door at the same time, and said a nice "HI" when they saw it was me. "So you guys are back! Anything I can do for you?" The extremely shy Rhonda immediately withdrew from the entrance, but took a seat in the living room, only.