He looked at the suitcases on the bed, mine from last night, and his. Ihad dumped his stuff on the floor from the one he used for his AtlanticCity tr...p. "You can have the suitcase," he smiled. I shot him a look thatsaid 'Not in the mood'. He didn't catch it. "Where you going to go?"I really didn't think that one out, but getting out of here would be agood start. I ignored him.I heard a piece of paper rustle. "Money is transferred, you got WillHines' yesterday. Not bad for a couple weeks,. Stewart. That means a lot to me. I always felt like I did a good job for you, and it surprised me when Alice said you had been displeased with my work for some time.”“Nothing could be further from the truth. The house hasn’t been the same without you.”Grace sent Mac a look that reminded him there was more.Mac continued, “But I would also like to apologize for how Marcus Stewart behaved inappropriately when he visited. Alice never shared your complaints with me. If she had, I would have done. I did not spare her. Once a woman offers herself in this way, she must be totally obedient to a man's desires. I brought the paddle down on her hard, again and again. She moaned with ever increasing pleasure.Suitably prepared for fucking, I gave her one last hard stroke - and broke the paddle! We fucked and this 50 year-old woman fucked like a twenty year-old. Who says age and experience do not count? The next time I rang her to say I was coming to fuck her, she said, "How do you want me?". "He should have called by now." Matthew's world erupted pain once more. She was back. He had long since lost track of time and was not sure how long it had been since her last visit. Stripes of pain blossomed across his back as the whip connected again. He cried out, twisting slightly in an effort to avoid the third blow. Suspended by his wrists and unable to get to his feet, he might as well not have bothered. Any attempt at struggling only brought protests from numb and cramped muscles. .