I heard as Ahmedwhirled the whip. Then a hissing sound and...I clenched my teeth and....WHAAAAAACK!!! But nothing happened.He was just trying the whip...The real blow camesuddenly. WHAAAMMM!!!Unbelievable pain bitinto my ass! I cried out loudly. I thought he will hit my back. I was much more worse than I imagined. I squirmed between the pillars.Ahmed waited."You thought it will be on your back, did't you?" asked Samir."Yes...yes..."I groaned."Now. That is for real men. Whelps are punished ontheir. Another blonde in black stood before me. I was a little in awe. Cali Marx had come to Dag’s funeral.“You must be Deb Riley,” she said softly. I nodded. “I know I’m probably no older than you, but you remind me of my mother. That’s not fair but Dag was going to be my father before Mom died. I hope you don’t mind that I hope they’re together now.” Dag was going to marry Cali Marx’s mother? Damn!“Of course, Miss Marx. Uh ... If you’ll forgive me, Dag had an envelope in his vault with your name on. It was only a small tent, our beds practically touching but being good buddies for so long it was no issue.We kicked back, finished our drinks then went back to the bar. The bar was fairly quiet, being the day before the others were to arrive so we had the pool table to ourselves, drinking and chatting over many games. As the drink's worked their magic, John began telling me how dissatisfied he was with his sex life, saying that his wife's body still drove him wild and his love for her had not. As he gaugedits length, he realized that its hemline would fall only midway down histhighs. He knew that he would feel exposed wearing it. Andy knew,however, that airing out his objections would not make his life anyeasier. Thus, he kept his mouth shut as he placed the skirt down on thecounter and put his hand back into the bag to pull out the top that wasresting on a shoe box.Andy looked over the grey, graphic t-shirt in his hand. It contained apicture of a woman in a red corset who was.