Neither of us spoke at first; I was too stunned, and she too ashamed. Finally, I asked in a raspy voice, “Why?” Her gaze remained steadfastly away from mine. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Luke. I… He was dying. And I was so… the depression, it was crushing me...
Just before lunchtime the day after both women had been caned and fucked by Simon Crowther, Lynne Miller visited Paula Shemmings' shop. With no other customers in the shop, they were able to talk freely. "Is your arse still marked? mine is," said Lynne. "...
I'm startled awake by the sound of something tapping against my car window. I'm shivering and I open my eyes to a bright fog. I sense movement outside my window and I wipe the condensate off to find a New York State Trooper staring at me. "Ma'am, are you...
