"Without emotion I said, "Then why, Lisa?" I asked. "You have hurt me in the worst possible way. I don't believe anyone could hate me enough to hurt m...e like this. How can you still say you love me?" I don't know, Alan. I don't understand it myself. It just never seemed really wrong to me. I guess I liked it when men paid attention to me. And when I was doing it, it was like I was someone else, just Lisa, not Lisa Baxter. And you never found out. And it didn't seem to hurt anyone. And it never. Eventually Pat finished, declaring "My hand's getting too sore for this.Stand up young lady." Carrie obeyed, red faced, and immediately pulledher skirt down. "We'll have that off now." Patricia told her and yanked it downdespite Carries efforts to stop her. She stood facing Patricia, shivering andcovering her pubes with her hands. "You can't do this to me." she whined "Let me go." "Don't think I've finished with you yet young lady. Get those handson the back of your head with your elbows back.". If some bastard had hurt her, he was gonna learn about the wrath of Mike Franks. And soon.Even though she tried to brush past him, Franks' grip was iron. She wasn't going to be able to hide and work this out on her own. She'd have to face her boss first.Struggling against his grip, she said, "I don't know, Mike. He ... he fits the description, the behavior, even how he picked me up. But ... I don't know. When we left the floor, he seemed more intent on my necklace," and my skin ... my lips,. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I replied.I moved to stand in front of Izzy, with my back to the wall, attempting to still hide my erection. She moved the stool in front of me, and stepped up onto it.I placed my hands on her waist to steady her.“Thank you, that’s better,” Izzy said, smiling down at me.Izzy then leant forward, so she could reach the glass bricks to begin dusting them. As she did so a huge smile must have spread across my face. Izzy’s huge tits were inching closer and closer.