That or he had a housekeeper that did it for him.Steve placed her suitcase in his bedroom and asked, “Do you need to freshen up before we go to dinn...er?”Donna smiled and reached up under her skirt and pushed her panties down her legs. At her knees they fell to her ankles on their own. She lifted one foot at a time and then placed her soiled panties on his bed, making sure to arrange them nicely. She said, “I’m ready. Do you need sex before we go? After all that is why I’m here.”Steve replied, “I. That feeling of abandonment killed the mood almost as much as the shooting.‘He better not have forgotten about me,’ she huffed to herself.Getting pissed, she called his fire station. When the call was finally picked up, she asked, “Is Joe there? This is Nancy. He’s supposed to be here at the call center picking me up.”“No, sorry. He never came in today,” was the unsettling reply. “In fact, he was one of several guys that never responded to the call in at all. We’re wondering where they are. I had to play a masochist. I pulledheavily from my photo shoot to express my character. It started out likein the first film with me on a psychiatrist couch."Mindy you say you have been dealing with a dangerous side of yournature. Tell me how you met this man and what you did with him?" I first met Matt at a bar." The camera fades out and the directorcalled, "Cut." The next scene was a bar with me dressed all in black,wearing a very low cut dress, boots, a rhinestone covered black. "You will count each stroke off after receiving it, thank me, and ask for another. If you forget to do so, we'll start again from scratch." Master, yes, Master." she whimpered in what she hoped was a clear voice. The first blow was vicious, falling much more heavily on her pert behind than the riding crop had ever fallen on her balls. Her scream echoed about the basement. "...oone.... one... Master, thank you Master. Master, may I have another, Master?"Master obliged, this time cutting across.