"Now, I'll have to throw those sheets out! ... John, stop it! What's wrong with you?!"Really worried now, and very embarassed, you whimper, "Mom... I'... not doing anything! I can't stop it... I think I need to go to the hospital! It just wont stop!"She bit her lip and looked at your privates, still oozing cum all over your hips and into the pool of almost five gallons of cum sticking to the bed, "Okay, okay! Just... just put on two pairs of - of jeans. Get in the car right away!"A minute later. Whatever came their way, they would have had to endure. They may have screamed, but they could not avoid it. Just as she could not avoid the whipping she would get when Tom returned.She suddenly realised she had told him she wanted whipping, not flogging. The two were totally separate entities. The flogger, though quite painful, was never as severe as the whip. Tom’s whip was six feet long, and when cracked, the tip of the whip had crossed the sound barrier. And she remembered she had told him. The old man wasn’t there. The cabin was locked up tight and there were no signs anyone had been there. No tire tracks, no footprints, nothing but the fresh tracks he’d just made.Friends and neighbors busied themselves to find suitable lodging for Purdy’s recovery. A number of practical reasons prevented his returning to his isolated bachelor cabin. The cabin was unsuitable quarters for a live-in nurse and attendant. An unspoken reason was the serious matter of security. Purdy would be an. We were two girls and three guys. Everyone finished their interview and finally it was my chance. I went inside and saw a good looking guy. May be he was 30. Looked like a married guy. He was looking hot and sexy too. I sat there with my legs crossed to show my thighs. He stared at my thigh and at my boobs as my nipples were sharp. He asked me formal questions first.Manager: Why didn’t you do your higher studies?Me: Sir, my family could not afford.Manager: Call me Sanjay.Me: Okay.Sanjay: Why.