Did she really enjoy suffering? Was she wired to feel torture as a sexual sensation? He wished that he could get into her head and feel what she was f...eeling right now.Or maybe not.He had listened carefully to her screams. They were not screams of pleasure. Her brain was not so mis-wired that the cane was giving her an orgasm. She had been screaming in agony and now she was whimpering in pain. He could not doubt that she was hurting.He was no masochist. He did not want to feel any unnecessary. "How soon would you need me Michael? Stacy and I want to go out this week. I don't want work to get in the way of life ... or vice versa," I said."Well said, son ... sorry Danny—I didn't mean son but ... you understand don't you?" Sure don't be so worried about how you talk to me when we're all together. When Stacy and I pick a date to be married ... why don't you two double with us?"I think Mom coughed up a crouton, in reaction to that. She smiled and said, "That's ... something to think. Mostly no surprises, just what he surmises to be utility bills and other pieces of junk mail, all in a completely different name than Rachele’s. If she is hiding then an alias does make sense.But then he comes across an envelope marked with her actual name on it. He doesn’t recognize the name of the company, though there are many he doesn’t know. And for some reason he finds it hard to resist the urge to see what’s inside. His curiosity only grows when he discovers that the only thing inside. I had no idea what I was in for this weekend but I was determined to make Patrick proud. Next thing I knew I was face to face with a drop dead gorgeous Asian woman. She was wearing a corset with garters and thigh high stockings and platform stilleto heels. Her hair was shiny black and fell straight down to her waist. She was much younger than me, maybe mid 30’s and had full red lips and even fuller tits. She was hot and she knew it too.Her eyes were beautiful and captivating as she stood there.