Are you OK? Do you want someone to take you home?”I couldn’t respond I just lost it. Grown men aren’t supposed to cry, but I just put my head do...n on the table and let the tears flow.My name is Robert (Bobby) Mason; when this conversation took place I was 33 years old, and a partner with the other three ‘Rangers’ in a computer communications and security company. We are buddies who had been buddies since seventh grade; we even went to the same university. Jim got his degree in business. My blood flows, on to her belly. Her blood splashes me with each thrust. I do not know how long this lasts. I do not realize when the lashes stop falling, and I keep thrusting, ripping and tearing into my friend. After a while, Simon stops me. "Enough" he says.Yukiko has passed out under the torture, but she soon recovers. My breasts, chest and belly are covered with blood. My thighs are also covered with blood, although that one is not mine. I see the dildo, covered in gore, jutting obscenely. Please, will you also make sure that every single stroke is a very hard one so that I remember not to be so stupid again.“Lisa kept a stern look on her face as she took the cane from Kathy, and while she thought that Kathy did mean what she said, and in fact never doubted it, she still ordered, “Now bend over the back of the chair and grab the seat. Don’t forget that if you get up at all, you will get six additional strokes each time.”As Kathy bent over the chair she looked behind at the floor. Each dress was shorter than what I usually wore to work. They all showed a lot of leg. My stocking tops were covered at least.After I looked at myself in the mirrors in the store with the last one, I reluctantly went back to changing room and took it off. I looked at my naked body in the mirror while I was hanging the dress back up. Then I looked through them again, still naked, and chose one that looked fairly good on me.I put my coat back on and took them out to the cash register and paid for.