I then sat on knees after licking he slapped my face. And took hold of my hairs and pushed me towards the bed. He then untied the ropes and tied my on... hand from the bedpost. He came with his leather belt and started whipping on my body. Mostly on my boobs.I wasn’t able to shout because of the tape on my mouth but tears went down. After 15 minutes, he stopped whipping me and brought ice packs and placed on my red marks. It was a very weird feeling. The melting of ice was making me dance. To. "Laura had been all smiles as she greeted me, and throughout dinner, but she suddenly looked scared as she realized it was time to 'tell all' as she'd told me she planned. I touched her hand, and said, "I trust you. I love you. You don't need to tell me anything except that you love me too, and we'll go from that."She shook her head. "No, I need to tell you this, all of it. Let's cuddle up on the couch while I gather my nerve."We did that very thing, and she lay her head on my chest and began. Party over. I tossed them out and our friendship was at an end. I don't think they minded really as Steve was NOT getting what he wanted from us and at that point figured either we were going to put out or the hell with us. And at the moment, it was the hell with each other.I really liked them a lot. We had so much fun. We laughed so damn much and did such neat things (They had a Halloween costume party once with a stripper. Part of the night's activities was all piling in cars and going. I followed all that. Nodding when appropriate. But I was letting himget into a pitch that I knew was coming. That he's really good atmaking those pitches doesn't make it any less obvious when he's about tomake them."Angel, I'll be blunt. While you're under getting your implants wecould also do some 'touch ups' here and there at the same time. Littlethings. They'd reduce, if not eliminate entirely, the need for so muchwork to be done in Post. And that, over all the shoots were going to.