“So, would it be cool for me to stay?” he eventually asks, thankfully breaking the awkwardness. “Of course. Besides, it is almost 1am, I think t...e trains out of Boston stop at 12.30pm. If you are free, we can spend the day looking round the city tomorrow.” “Thank you, that sounds great,” he smiles. In an attempt to distract myself, I hop off the bed to wheel the trolley outside. “Do you want to take a shower or anything?” I ask as I move the cart to leave it by the wall outside. “No, it’s okay,. I can feel the rise of heat from by hips. The bed sheet has gone wet by my tears. After giving 50 strokes by cane, she stopped. She is caressing my buttock. She left me in tear for 5 minutes.She asked me to get ready for whipping. I know whipping hurts much more than caning.She took out the black whip. She ordered me to lie on the bed pushing my hips up upward and pillows under my hips. She moves left side of bed and brought the whips on my hips. The time she brings it, my hips were burning. John felt a bit bad about lying to Bill, but on the other hand, it was in a good cause, if Matthew's story could be believed, even if it wasn't the cause Bill thought it was.On the other hand, Bill thought that even if the coins were solid lead, it was worth it to see John out of the depression that Beth's death had thrown him into. They weren't particularly close friends, but even John's casual acquaintances thought the world of him, and wanted to see him happy. He never seemed to notice the. I could see the hilt vibrate to each beat. It looked like it would be a slow death.I was numb and on fire at the same time. Conflicting feelings roared through me and I froze as I tried to decide what was happening to me. Once I was able to sort out the real sensations from the climax-driven phantasms, I found that I could still feel everything below my waist, so it hadn't severed my spine, even though I had felt the point grate across my backbone in passing. The blade transfixed me front to.