She felt like she was open now and ready to do so many things. Tomorrow would be the start of a new search in the unexplored area of the dig. She was ...really looking forward to it and hoped that whoever or whatever had taken care of her physical need might come back again to give her an encore. She was bright and shining with new resolve at breakfast the very next morning. The attractive Assistant Director Allison Chambers came over to her table in the mess tent and addressed her with her stern. I remember the first time he asked "would I like to have a look?" - just like that - like it was the normal thing to do when two guys of our leaning meet. Well I had seen it before, not in real life - only when Danny sent me a picture online, and yes it looked even better in the flesh, and just as gorgeous and well developed too.I told him that and he laughed and said it made him sound like he was part of a building project. That's what I like about Danny his sense of humour - as well as. ) I’m sorry. Remembering that night still upsets me. Interviewer: No, I’m sorry for reminding you. DG: He said much the same to me, but he told me that it must be me who directed the last few parts of filming. He knew he was close to the end and wanted to bequeath his film crew to me, to carry on his work. Interviewer: And you will? DG: Yes. I already have a directing job lined up on Clint’s recommendation. Interviewer: It was you who gave the eulogy at his funeral too. DG: (Shrugs.) It was in. .but before the thought can finish her thighs and ass are on fire from the cane blow that lights up her skin. Although only a medium blow it is a feeling of pain she has never experienced. Repeatedly the cane lashes into her backside, red and purple starting to rise with welts. She wants to scream but cannot, as she needs to gasp for air. The cane blows are like a drum rhythm. Laughter fills her ear as the drum beat stops, only to feel the saliva fill the other ear. As the tears pour down her.