Jane was stunned. Her son was forcibly removing her clothes and she was lying helpless with her hands and feet tide firmly. Her moralist background wa... distressing her, she wanted to cry in shame, wanted to beg her son to stop her humiliation, but simultaneously a part of her wanted him to continue. Oblivious to conflict going in the mind of her mother, Tim was busy in pulling off Jane's panty. Her cotton panty offered some resistance but it was again no match for the brutal strength of the. All of this was part of his lack of confidence but now, he was going to change that. That is how we ended up where we are now...at least, the short version of the story. As he began to rub the shampoo into his hair, he continued to wonder. Is it because they get bored? Are they looking for something new...or...SOMEONE new? Does comfort breed mediocrity? Not for him, it didn't. If anything, he has never been more sexually hungry. It was simply so perplexing to him. If that sexual euphoria can. I was sobbing hysterically and said I was staying in that spot and they should kill me too. The whip man, Jake said, "We’ll probably do that too but we want some fun with you first. When I refused to move he brought that terrible whip crashing down on my back several times. I knew it has cut through my clothes and I was bleeding. He pulled me to my feet and told to walk and when I didn’t move fast enough he flicked the whip at me, as though I was a horse. Before we reached the house I must have. .. scared the shit right out of me." Bob, I think you need to leave that bottle of gin in your desk... thehallucinations are getting worse." Sean tried, but he couldn't keep astraight face. "OK, I didn't hear anything... it was probably somestudents running in the hall." When Bob didn't show any signs ofleaving, he added, "I really need to get these tests done, alright?"Bob gaped at his friend for a second, then shook his head and turned toleave.Sean spoke up before he got through the door. .