Afterwhat seemed like an eternity of suffering, I thought my dress must be torn offby now. My master and the other man continued to whip me until they...too hadgiven me their quota of lashes. I could even hear them calling out the numberof lashes until they had finished. Itwas a terrible torture and punishment but I had survived. All 6 men had givenme a long, hard whipping. Somehow I had endured the merciless punishmentalthough my whole body was wracked with pain. I could now feel the icy. We can turn around and go back to our separate beds and sleep next to who we're spending our lives with. The ones who see us every single day, even though we've become like statues to them: Something they easily recognize the cut angles and specific planes of. But, the inside is a mystery living beneath a surface that is durable, but cracked in places you can't see until you get very close. None of the words leave, though, because I think we already know. We can pretend that the loneliness we. She could not deny it - it felt good. It felt right - what she had been missing this last year. It was the only feeling JD could not give her. She moaned as much from guilt as from the unrelenting pleasure flowing through her."You bastard!" she hissed when she had breath again.He pulled out of her slowly, which sent another ripple of guilty pleasure through her, "Why I declare. Miss Sullivan. I had no idea that was you hollorin' and carryin' on." He grinned as he buttoned his fly. "You ought ta. But what I think I really need are some girlfriends.I’d probably head to one of their flats. I’d get changed there too. I’d put on my panties, bra and tights; something sexy but also easy to wear. I’d put on my cutest dress. Not sexy, but cute. I believe that goes better on me. I’d put on some make-up, making sure I look good for the night before all three or four of us would head for a night out. We’d walk together, or course, all wearing our fine dresses and skirts.These are fun girls. Not.