She did ask if you were going and I told her you were the best man."I don't know if that made a difference or not. You hardly even knew Toni at that t...ime."I asked Cindy for the list and went though it to see if there was anyone that I thought might double up. I sure the hell wasn't going to room with April.Jason asked, "Since it was someone in my family who made their own reservation, do you want me to talk with them and tell them we're over booked?"Everyone was making different suggestions but. As I explained in my introductory chapter of this continuation labeled (Revisited) the locale of the "Women's House of Detention" was real and existed in the heart of Manhattan. Most of the referenced points of interest have changed drastically over the years. The decline of ornate movie houses, the closing of large faith-based hospitals, even the complete re-vamping of Washington Square into modern day use for a changing clientele makes the setting almost a fairy tale of a place in time that. Marcus leaned forward, his eyes almost smoldering, "So young to be in this line of work, why choose it?"I sat back, feeling more comfortable now that the alcohol was starting to release my inhibitions, "The money was too good to refuse and I don't think anyone should be ashamed of their bodies, so I make use of my natural assets," I arched my back a little while talking to draw attention to my breasts, "and my assets are fairly rare."Marcus and Anton both looked down to my cleavage, Anton's. Somehow the regularity helped her. Not with the pain. That was intense. The evenly spaced out strokes made it easier to take. The pain though as the strokes continued was ever more difficult to cope with. Yes, consistently painful she supposed as yet another hard stroke cut in to her bottom. Katherine saw the tally was already twenty-four strokes and counting. She stood closer to Ellie, touching her almost, but not wanting to interfere with her focus, the caning. Let her enjoy it, feel it, be.