When he spoke to me he often, in front of the others,called me a little girl or mocked me by referring to me asshe. I had to start helping my mum with...the cooking and thehousework, jobs that before I had been exempt from as theywere woman's work. All of this humiliation, that is what itwas, humiliation. He was humiliating me and I resented himfor that. But I didn't challenge him. I never argued I justsat there and meekly took the abuse.My parents were due to be away that weekend, I was. Maybe half as much. And a quick examination over the rest of his body revealed that it wasn't just on his arms either. The hair on his legs and stomach had started falling out as well, though he couldn't tell from his chest since it had been shaved for the operation. Shaking his head, George decided he'd ask the doctor about it when he went in for his next follow-up. Then, he stepped onto the bathroom scale and was surprised again. The scale said that he'd lost more weight. Five pounds since. As she would lean forward, my cock would come almost all the way out of her, then she would push back against me hard again, impaling herself on my cock, over and over again. She still had her head and shoulders resting on the bed, with her back arched deeply with her ass in the air. She was moaning and gasping louder and louder with each thrust. The pace kept building until I finally reached up and tangled my hands in her hair, gently tugging her head back as I thrust into her over and over. But he had never hadthe joy of finding a woman who could so endure the lash with such control. Herarrogant posture and the hatred burning in her eyes fairly cried out to bebroken. The whip-wielder drew back his arm and again the leather cord flewforward. This time the lash curled slightly about the victim's slenderwaist, causing her to jerk sideways and leaving a bright red weal on the smoothskin. Once again, Conine gritted her teeth against the desire to cryout with pain, but there was.