I looked up into the power of his gaze."You're a beautiful woman, Amelia," he said as he raised his good hand up to touch my cheek. "I wonder what it ...ould be like to take the sadness from your eyes."I snapped my head back, away from his fingers. "I don't think anything's broken but we should probably get this x-rayed. I'll take you to the hospital. I doubt you can drive safely like this."He didn't move. His eyes held mine. "Don't pull away from me, Lia. You've been pulling away all your life.. You’ll love every second of it,” she assured me.“Okay, so you’re popular with the girls,” Dr. Nichols said. “I get it. No need to tell me any more.”“Carl keeps threatening to make my sexual escapades part of the study,” I confided in her. “I think he’s just hoping I’ll let him set up a camera in my bedroom. Little does he know...”We chatted about less risque subjects after that, but I saw her give me a few evaluative looks before we left.We drove to the mall, intending to do some shopping for. Betty was on the phone when Willy arrived at home. She hung up the receiver as Willy walked into the kitchen. She looked a little pale and shaken. "What's the matter Mommy?" Willy inquired with concern in his voice."That was my father, your Grandfather Bill on the phone. He has business here on Monday and is flying in tomorrow afternoon. He wants to have dinner with us and stay until his business is done." Betty sat at the kitchen table wringing her hands together.Willy didn't even remember. The slave's long, thick prick hung stiffly from his smoothlyshaven crotch, its stiffness clear evidence that he too was aroused by hisbrutal punishment. The audience watched proceedings in an aura of rapt excitement.They consumed the drinks they were served by the attending slaves, using theopportunity to feel hanging tits, wet pussies, and stiff, hot cocks when thefancy took them. The slaves, of course, refused the clients nothing, and equallyenjoyed their attentions. From time to time a.