Let me go talk to him and see if I can get him to be reasonable." I shook my head. "I don't like the way he leers at you and I don't want you going do...n there alone."She smiled. "What harm can it do to see what he wants. At his age, I bet he's just lonely and wants to talk to a pretty young girl. I'll be just fine." With that, she kissed me on the cheek and sashayed out the door.I regretted it the moment she closed the door. I figured she'd be gone for a few minutes, no more, but ten minutes. Hearing her about her boyfriend talk to her like that and calling her names and treating her bad, made Jim very angry. “I shall punch his nose, down his throat. How could the bastard treat you like that”? James said but Stella asked him to calm down because she had nothing to do with Nathan anymore. They sat quietly for a while and then Stella broke the silence saying that it was not that she did not want to go ahead with Nathan but she just did not know, how to. She was very much afraid of. I wasn’t sure if the beach we were going to lacked an airport, or if the family just felt we needed 4 hours of bonding before spending 5 days together. By that point I didn’t really care.“Johnny! How are you?”, “It’s been so long!”, “You’re still alive?” they greeted me as I approached. I must confess, being hugged and warmly welcomed did make me feel good.I was a bit taken aback by the sheer quantity of people already waiting. We were well over a dozen adults, plus the two children, all. He said, as she grabbed a whip with a small spikes on the end of the strips. She whipped him hard, drawing blood. Sam squirmed, feeling the sting of the thin strips slap against his bare flesh. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. Stop fighting! his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. Mistress.. it hurts.. he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. Shut up, slave..