She did, though, remember to count each stroke and to say, “Thank you, ma’am,“ each time.Martha was struggling as the cane strokes continued to ...ite into her bottom. She quite forgot she was being caned by a teenager as she cried uncontrollably and felt the tears rolling down her cheeks but stayed focused and managed to still count each stroke and say, “Thank you, ma’am.”When it came to the eleventh stroke, though, Martha started to fall apart. As well as shaking her head and pulling at her. .." Oh, just shut up, will you, please!?" John's tone was sharper than Edhad ever heard before. "This isn't about you, Ed. It has nothing to dowith you, or Rose, of 'Shrew,' or 'Civil Disobedience,' or anythingelse. It's about me, this time. It's about me and how the heck I'msupposed to cope with my life now that I know what I really am!" What you really are?..." Come on, Ed! Let go of me and leave me alone!" Bebe... um... Johnny, come on, talk to me..."John stopped struggling and looked his. Inside the rear cabin Rachel sat in a flowing red dress flanked by two of Mobana's notorious elite troops. She was not bound or restrained in any way instead allowed to sit prim with knees together on the hard vibrating seat. She could just see out of the window; the sea of jungle green below turning desert yellow as the chopper passed over the capital and then headed even further south towards the gold coast.In the last 24 hors since her all night humiliation with the two Arab VIPs she had. .."Oooh," gasped Mary as her tummy rumbled. She was feeling it already, her stomach gurgling and processing. Mary was feeling so full and stuffed, but she would not allow herself to use the toilet until the very last minute. Her stomach groaned and rumbled some more, and Mary rubbed it more. She put her hand in her pants to feel her increasing wetness (no easy feat! considering how tight the jeans were now!).Her tummy was so swollen and rumbling horribly, she gasped, and had to lean to her side.