"You see the scars from that bullwhip," Ginny continued. "I am asking if there is a photographer here today who can photograph her body better than th...t sailor was able to photograph mine in Saigon."You see, beginning tomorrow, Susan will have a series of operations to try to erase those scars. But I don't want them forgotten. There is some unfinished business here. I heard gasps from many of you when you first saw Susan's body. I don't know if you were reacting to the scars, to her emaciated. The first two numbers sounded very traditional in a church choir sense but the third one exploded into a real electric rock number. Sonika Jharm had employed the services of some of the church’s very talented musicians ... guitarists and drummers and a keyboardist ... and the result was fantastic. Everyone in the audience could be seen clapping and bouncing around in their chairs like it was the opening number for a rock concert. All the choir members could see this going on and it filled them. "You have a reservation for Renee Tillman." I wasn't in the mood for polite inquiry, after a long flight all I wanted was a plush room, a hot shower, and a nice Chianti. "Yes Mrs. Tillman, everything is in order. Right this way, please." I noticed the beautiful blonde as she watched me, and a strange feeling crept up my spine. My mind went blank as I stepped into the elevator. After months of fifty to sixty hour work weeks, I'd finally scored the use of my four weeks of vacation, and hoped. He made her tell him her name, her birthdate, what city she was born and then after she asked those questions honestly, he asked her if she ever faked an orgasm. It was impossible for her to lie. She explained that it is easier to fake it sometimes because she is bored with her husband’s fucking and needs something more to get off. She pretends so he will cum, fall asleep and leave her to fuck herself laying next to him. That answer told him the meds worked well on her. He began.