Chuck was Beacon Hill, Dad was The Cape. Chuck was Wharton, Dad dropped out of Harvard to go to Paris because it sounded like the thing to do. Chuck m...et Ruth at Penn and married her after a brief courtship, Dad was painting hookers on the Boulevard de Clichy one morning when an English girl happened by and, admiring his work, asked if he’d like to join her for tea at the Crillon. They married later that afternoon, or so the story goes, a large quantity of Pernod rumored to be a factor in their. "Maybe I... maybe I did, I don't know, Neil. I had this planned out, you know? You kiss me, then back off again. It was so exciting last time, knowing I had kind of gotten you to give in... but you were always strong enough to stop. I don't know if I can back down like that again"Neil was stunned. He was still a little bothered by her idea of what he was "supposed to" do, but her scenario seemd so naieve and innocent that he had to grin. "So, I guess neither of us is strong enough." he said. .. You thought you were going to seduce us, sleep with the three of us, and have your way with us, huh? And yet, you lost a game of cards upon which you made a solemn deal to be our slave and then you tried to reneg on that deal. It seems to me like you need to be punished... Severely and certainly not swiftly."The other two women stepped forward and stood over him with Lisa. Then, the beating commensed. They whipped his bare ass and back with their riding crops unmercifully. Over and over. When they finished, Lori lay, contented, in Ray’s arms. His hands were still moving over her, thrilling her with his gentle touch. She loved being pressed against him. His caresses slowly became more and more insistent and she felt her body responding. Ray took his time with her, stroking her, kissing her, touching her everywhere, raising her passion to levels she didn’t know existed. He lavished attention on her legs, his hands gliding over her warm flesh, making it tingle. He spent what.