I could feel the sting as he continued slowly to beat me. If I was his daughter I would never displease him ever again. Maybe that’s why Gene asked ...im to do it, or maybe he knew that because it was an older man it would be that much more embarrassing for me. I was fast becoming what he wanted me to be; his submissive office slut.That dirty old man kept this up for several minutes enjoying every cry he got me to let out. I could feel my ass turning bright red as it bounced back with every slap.. By that night, or the next morning at the latest, the victims’ names would be disclosed, and cameras would be in the Solana family’s faces. He would have to wait for Maria to reach out to him.As soon as he got home from work, Sharley and Dakota climbed into his pickup and had him head to a Mercedes-Benz dealership nearby. The salesman was not at all impressed by Jack’s beat-up pickup truck but was much more impressed by the two models he recognized getting out of it. The salesman became much. Her symphony had begun.A few seconds later, however, a message window appeared on her computer screen. It read: Barbados IS lovely, Ms. Fischer. Perhaps they’ll let you put up a travel poster in your jail cell.Marcia recoiled from the screen in horror. No! Who…?Additional words appeared: CEO Suite. Now.Marcia had taken the elevator to the top floor many times for meetings but this time the ride seemed both glacially slow and much too fast to allow her to marshal her thoughts. Who was. By then, the two of them were walking up the stairs, deeper into the house. She was taking off the sweater she had on, revealing a tight black top beneath it. "You're not taking them with you?" she asked quizzically. "What kind of super-heroes are these two yahoos, anyway?" she cocked a brow. "What are they planning to do? Watch you round up the bad guys by yourself on the six o'-clock news?" Well that might be about it. They aren't the 'field' type of superheros. Adam may be able to do.