I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.Then, she shocked me yet again. She started ... laughing."Is this what this is about?" she said. Her beautiful smil... had returned. "Do you want to stop visiting me because you're afraid I'll be mad at you for seeing my mom?"She laughed her head off."Oh, God, you're sweet," she said. She gave me a big hug. I still didn't know what was going on. "Stupid, but sweet."How many times have I told you? You're not my boyfriend." She was lecturing me again. "We're not. Not minutes later, we saw the dogs running around the side of the house. How those three could hear a car pull into the drive while we couldn’t from the patio, we still couldn’t understand. Helen proceeded through the house to greet them and bring them back where we had iced tea ready.The two women were greeted by warm hugs from us all, even Tim. They seemed comfortable in the exchanges. They had long since learned to expect that kind of familiarity from us. When we liked someone, it quickly. Suffer!ﾔThe whipping began. Stroke after stroke across my thighs, my buttocks, my back... agonising strokes that had me bellowing like a bull, swinging back and forth, upside down, as if I were a rag-doll.At some point, Deema took over and the flogging continued. I fainted the first time when the girl laid the whip precisely into the V of my thighs. Across my manhood. The agony was brief, but indescribable. When I revived, the whipping was resumed, whether by Mara or Deema, I know not.They were. This time when I changed out of my suit I had a towel in place. I thought I might be capable of learning.Rosy had the day off, so we went to lunch at a deli. This time it wasn’t the paparazzi who were the problem, it was the patrons. Rita James was enough to set them off, but my recent antics caused a problem. Fans suddenly surrounded our table. That might have been okay, but as more people poured into the deli things began to get tight in a hurry. I could see someone might be hurt in the.