"You made a bad choice, little bitch." WHACK! The other cheek is stinging now. "You chose to let me wonder. You chose to give your full attention to a...other man. So I chose to bring another woman home. And she's good, too. She can make the toughest guy turn into a puddle with her touch. You won't be so lucky. Missy, on her clit. I don't care how you work your way there but pop her on her clit."Mistress ran the tip of the crop up the back of one leg and then the other. Then she ran her hand. Our conversation got longer and she used to talk personal stuff.One day I wanted to take up on her offer to visit her apartment and knocked on her door after her husband left. She opened the door and welcomed me with a big smile. I gave a handshake and both our hands were warm. I held her hand for a little longer and she did the same. Her c***d was one year old and she was wearing nighty and I could see her boobs when she bent to pick up the c***d. Radhika gave me coffee. We chatted for half. One moment angry mad and cursing Brandon, the next moment equally angry at myself for my stupidity. The next moment thinking of phoning the police, worried that something bad might be happening to Sue. I kept up these cycles of despair until eventually I finally received some form of communication a little after eleven.But as I looked at the message, I was beginning to wish the phone had stayed blank. It was a message from Sue, and the words I read filled me with dread.“Peter, I can’t believe. My group first went to the Barn, in Pyongyang. We would wake up at six and have turnips for breakfast. In fact we had them again for lunch and dinner. We werent allowed to talk to each other. We sat around a table with our heads down. They let us go to the bathroom twice a day. We were questioned and beaten. I guess the North Koreans didnt believe us, even when we really didnt know anything. This went on for several weeks, until we were herded onto buses one night, and taken to a new prison,.