I do start to cry because I hate the spoon so very much. The humiliation is the least of my concerns anymore as I start to whimper and then cry and th...n scream out as she lands the blows hard and slow and deliberate. "I'm sorry," I cry, but Delilah seems to take that as fuel and she begins striking the same spot over and over and over again with the spoon. I try to move, but she is much stronger than I ever noticed and I have to remain and take my punishment. "How long did you have to beat. "It's very painful," she said, cheerfully all while it was dawning on me precisely what the thing was."Where did you get it?" I said, immediately wishing I wasn't showing quite such curiosity."The Internet of course," she said.What do you say to that? I asked myself. "Why did you bring it here?" I asked aloud, still uncomfortable with the way Jen seemed to be thinking.She smiled. "Oh, just to give you a chance to see it," she said. Then she changed the subject, thankfully.Then, that night when. But, could she act on a real film?We would soon find out.This was going to be the first time that Sasha had worked with Franziska professionally from what I understood. Sometimes that was not a good thing; then again, sometimes that was what made a scene so good. I was almost convinced that this was going to be one of the very best first scenes ever experienced by two porn actresses having never worked together. I just had that feeling. Franziska came walking out onto the set. She was so much. Wilson was reacting to his two ladies being lots to him. I was sure it was no more than that."You want to drive down to see the Railroad hotel?" he asked."Is it open?" I asked. I only knew that I hadn't bought it."No, there are no takers, not even at 250k. There are just too many renovation to turn the hotel into anything else," Wilson explained.Well it can be done, I'm sure of that. The managers of the trust are checking the dollars and sense for me now. It might be ours in a few days, if the.