No, I didn't wonder at the idea of having weekend days in the middle of a one week meeting; I knew it was bullshit. I just assumed that Greg would spe...d that time bedding his ex-wife. Or maybe one of the women from the home office. Possibly it might be some whore he found in the phone book, peddling 'outcalls', or even some slimy slut working the side streets off Times Square. I couldn't decide which idea I preferred, or which I hated worse. For sure I knew that Greg would not be happy with. Ruby was due here anytime to pick Scarlet up so she grabbed her two suitcases and moved them to the front porch. Scarlet rechecked her purse to make sure she had her ID's, money, and traveler's cheques. She went out to the porch to wait, shutting and locking the door behind her. She had just sat down on the porch swing when a limo pulled up in front of the house. The driver got out and took her suitcases, putting them in the trunk with Ruby's.“Wow sis,” Scarlet exclaimed. “Why a limo?”“No. His cock snuggled in its sheath, seemed to have a life of its own; sometimes peeping out provocatively; causing my snatch to squeeze and juice with desire!Then that summer Uncle Brad had come to live with us!What Brad had meant to mother was a mystery to me at the time but surprisingly I’d found Brad quite fun around the house: I suppose I fancied Brad a bit. I’d asked Brad about his photographic hobby and Brad explained about artistic portraits.Without knowing why, I asked him to take my. After some period of time they return. They stand around Julie discussing what they might do to her. Cane her; fuck her; leave her for longer; add more weight to her already overstretched body. The run their hands over her taught and sweating body. They flick the clamps biting into her and enjoy the manner her body reacts to the waves of pain. In her cries of pain they can detect both agony and ecstasy.Only part of Julie recognises their presence. Part of her exists in a different world,.