My husband, my lover, my friend, had been beautified bya professional and he had survived.If you can call sitting there with his lipsticked mouth hang...ng open, ashe stared into the mirror, surviving?Eventually he spoke. Very tentatively, very softly."I am beautiful! I can't believe it! I love it!"I did too.At last he dragged his eyes away from the feminine vision in front ofhim, and turned to me. His eyes were moist, even to the point of myworrying about his mascara."Wendy, my love, you are. She looked over at Melanie, and finally, their glances connected. Melanie gave her a quizzical look, as if to say, "where do you know her from?"Ilsa mouthed the words, "the park," but Melanie only frowned in confusion.After the roll call, Marsha Crow picked up their current area of study where Ursula Traynor had left off. Words and phrases about political violence in South America drifted past Ilsa's ears, but her mind was replaying fragments of that day in the park, over and over, as if in. Swish! Crack!Another blow land on my ass. Eight more followed. I was crying from the pain. My ass stung so badly. He walked back around me and wiped away me tears. “Now you must be a good girl or else I will have to use the whip again. You wouldn’t want that now would you.”I shake my head no.“Good girl you are learning already.”He lowered me down and unhooked the cuffs from the chain. He led me over to the bed that was behind where I was hanging. He pushed me onto the bed and then hooked the. "Ready for your final boon?" Are all these men falling exhausted your work?" Mary asked."Why yes," Lilith moaned. "I'm drawn to the wet dreams of men."I stood up and pushed Lilith so she bent across the table, her, heart-shaped ass wiggled at me. Lilith face turned back to me and for instant I saw anger and hatred flash across her face before it returned to the sensuous, come-fuck-me look Lilith normally displayed. I came the moment I slid into the wet passion of her cunt. My cock never went.