The “interview” cell resembled a large medieval torture chamber, with the smell of piss and shit from the last poor soul who had let him or hersel... go during the extremes of questioning. I has unceremoniously bundled onto a large refectory table in the middle of the room, the guerrillas did not miss an opportunity to rub at my bruised tits and cunt: My hands were drawn out to the edges of the table and fastened to eye bolts in the floor, a rope was fastened over my tummy and under the table. Just looking at her breast . I blush like a little boy embarrased from her noticing it. "Oh dam. I'm sorry Jo." "Don't be. I think I'd be insulted if you didn't notice. Letsme know you still care." I was sure if she saw my cock she would freak out. Nearly 8”long and big enough my hand would not goall the way around it hard. I had saw other guys dicks and they were halfmy size. so I thought I was a freak and kept it hid from every one. Jo starts telling me how good I was to her and made her. After my Mom passed away when I was fourteen years old Daddy found excuses to spank me more often. Hardly a week went by with out my bottom receiving a good thrashing. Some times with his hand. Other times with his belt. He even used a tawse sometimes."Bill interrupted his daughter's story. "Willy, a tawse consists of a strip of leather, with one end split into a number of tails. An ideal weapon of punishment. Betty go and bring my briefcase to me. Keep your dress raised high as you do."Willy. She was still as pale as a plaster wall, the letter, read many times over, in her lap, her face vacant of any emotion as she stared off, her eyes sad and resigned."Gail, I've got to get you to a doctor," he said, concern in his voice."He can't stay here," she said in a small voice."Who? Lee? The hell with that now. Get dressed, I'm taking you to a doctor."She looked up at him as if she hadn't heard. Her eyes seemed larger and darker than he had ever seen them before. And there was an odd.