"But I really have no interest in reading it. Maybe if they get around to writing Sexual Behavior In The Human Female I might find it interesting." I ...on't think you'd find enough women to admit to the things they write about in here," Alice said, tapping her fingers against the book cover."I don't know," Scarlett smiled. "After all, it is 1948, not 1908. You might be surprised what some women might be willing to admit to."Not sure were she should to go with a statement like that, Alice decided. I could see the look in her eyes as he entered her.She moaned, "Oh, he is so fucking big! I have never had anyone this big!"He smiled and slapped her ass lightly as she bounced back and forth on him. Her ass was jiggling and I could hear the slap of their skin as they rammed together. I could see the wave of the impact moving through her ass, her hips, her breasts and making her brace herself against the floor.He began to thrust back at her. I could hear the squishing, sucking sounds of her. My chest, the carpet, the patent leather shoes of my goddess.All were splattered with the greasy goo.I lay panting on the floor. A beetle struggling on its back, unable to turn face down unless I could find purchase. Vulnerable and fully exposed I was an obvious target for her rage.The caning was terrible!It criss crossed me with stripes of agony that never seemed to end.Dominique plied the cane with a cold fury that left no part of me untouched. Just twenty stripes but they found every. “It’s all so dreadful. I know she’s in trouble, I can feel it. Maurice, we’ve got to get to her. What is they are filming it? Eh? I’ve read about these things. There are some very sick people out there.”“We’ll find her. When Andre gets here, we’ll set off. I think we’ll need the help of Jim”“But you were so rude to him. I don’t know if he’ll want to face you, anyway!” she sobbed.“I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?” he snarled, his face colouring once again.“Maurice, I’ve never told.