Any woman. Or bring her here, and let her torture me."--- "No." --- said Hank. --- "I like to see two girls like you, making out."--- "You are the Mas...er. I am to serve, sir."--- "I wanted to ask you something" --- said Sam after a brief pause--- "You can ask me anything, sir."--- "We were wondering how did you manage to hide your wounds. You know, one or two times a doctor had to get involved."--- "Yes, sir. I visit a doctor a lot." --- she said --- "But ..."--- "You don't want to tell us?". Still, I needed to address this likely powerful being as if I were not a sniveling child about to pee his pants. "I am pleased to meet you. What can I do for you ... and what would you like me to call you?"The voice laughed in my brain. "You probably would be unable to pronounce my name ... why don't you call me 'Gabriel'."I thought about why he had chosen the name and 'Gabriel' responded."If you think I picked this name based upon the Biblical connotation, you are correct. And no, I'm not God.. I feel the hands on my head release their grip,and, desperate for the breath of air, I pull back, sliding my throat offthe stiff member and, as a result, pushing against the fist-sized dickhead parked at my latex-sheathed rear entrance. The lack of air becomesmore and more urgent, and I have to push harder, feeling the bulbous headslowly stretching my ass and entering me, and I keep pushing, clinchingmy useless sweaty fists inside the tight latex mittens, inevitablyimpaling my ass on a huge. Mr. Clark liked what he saw. Alice’s glistening sex was fully exposed. “Be sure and stay in place. If you move out of position, I will give you extra strokes. Be sure and count them out loud and ask for the next stroke. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” Alice replied. “Since you have been taking your punishment very well so far, I will start you off with only six strokes.” Alice remembered how bad the three strokes of the cane felt when she was first punished, but still said, “Thank you, sir..