Both of them were a bit tipsy, but not too drunk either. They were holding each other while walking as if they were going around. They managed to grab... another bottle, for the room, before reaching the hotel. One they were at the hotel, she practically dragged him into her room and they both sat down on the couch. The alcohol was showing its effect now. Initially, she sat just next to him, sipping and passing him the bottle while chit chatting. Then, she lowered her head on his shoulder and held. He was one of those teenagers who age as you look at them, Sandra realized.Sandra looked him up and down. Milano must be six feet tall. His rapid growth had left his frame appealingly gangly. He was a few years older than her daughter, Elizabeth, yet in every other way in the last year he had moved from the last border of childhood to the beginning of manhood, while Elizabeth was still firmly a baby. Milano’s deep voice, the strong structure of his face, the determined set of his lips, the. “ he suggested.“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.“Detective Bell of the North Carolina State Bureau of Investigation called to asked if you worked for us. Of course I told her no. I did explain our arrangement. I also explained that you were a serial do good-er, when she told me about the city cop you saved. Instead of a medal the fucking bitch wants you in jail.” Mason admitted angrily.“She just can’t figure out why a do good-er had a pistol at him in the middle of the night,. A cockgag was placed in my mouth and the paddle struck hard and often on myass. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to her as she laid 35 hard ones on mysissy ass making it glow bright red. Miss Maddy stepped up next and withher favorite rattan cane added 35 stripes to it. I was crying into mygag and tears rolled down my cheeks but the gag kept me silent.When she had finished 3 guests took their turns at my ass. One with thecrop, another with the paddle and the last with a very strong hand. Thegag was.