But i had to tolerate the torture without any reaction on my face because my face was clearly visible to outsiders. They both whipped my ass one after... the other without any break. I just closed my eyes tightly and beared all the pain. My legs started to shiver and Goddess Riya observed that, so she whipped my legs and asked Goddess Riya to whip harder on my legs. The whipping sound didn't stop for about 45 mins. After whipping my ass they tortured it more by slapping it. My ass turned. That’s what you are going to get but you are the victim.” Someone wrapped rope around the blanket trussing me inside. Several pairs of hands lifted me from the ground and carried me up a couple of steps and through a doorway. I was dropped on to a yielding surface. My sandals were taken off and my legs towelled dry. There was a metallic click. My ankles were attached to each other. I could not speak because a hand had stuffed some of the blanket into my mouth. “Let’s see what sorry sort of. " You haven't seen it?" I asked.She shook her head. "Only from the street. I've never been inside," she said, getting up to signal it was time to go back to work.It was a busy morning. I had my hands full, sending and receiving faxes, answering the phone, and checking the computer for emails. At one point, two telephone calls came in at the same time. I was trying to take care of the first one so I could answer the second call when I heard Elizabeth talking in a louder than normal tone."Trudy. I guess Hank could have arranged a weekend for us somewhere. I wonder if he might be planning on taking me to that chic new French restaurant, Maison Canard?" Lea speculated."Whatever it is, I'm sure that I'll love it. Hank is so thoughtful and good to me," she concluded.Alice asked Lea a second question,"And what about Bob? Are you going to do anything with your Rugby stud-muffin?" She giggled as she finished."Shush!" Lea hissed, "Not so loud. No one outside this group knows about Bob, and I'd.