Most of her contracts more were worth more than mine. She didn't even have enough time to take all the offers being thrown at her. She was on the fast...track. I wasn't.I set my purse on my table just inside the door and kicked off my shoes. I had the place to myself. Adrienne was likely staying the night with Big Ben. It was just me and Whiskers, my ferret. I put on some soup and turned up the news. The headline story was about another gay parade. Every other news story in San Francisco had. She teetered on the brink of the flaming abyss, writhing in sweet suffering. The Ocelot's tears streamed down her face, vanishing with a hiss into the fire. She wished to be free of the fiery torment burning beneath her tail, burning within her most intimate depths. She wished this agonizing passion would never end, searing her body and spirit in endless tortured ecstasy. Pain and pleasure were as one. There was no dividing line between the two. The first enhanced the second. As she sat burning. After that, I dropped Todd at his mom's place, and then drove over to Adam's to spend the weekend. We went out on the roof and watched some teams getting in a late practice.He told me that our word processing software had a long way to go if we were to include all the new functions we'd planned. But in the short-term, he wanted to go ahead and release the software with what was currently working. Then, over the next year, we could add and test the additional features. Once we completed that, we. Carol got on the bed with the pillows below her and after a few adjustments, her backside was in the perfect position to receive the cane. Duncan was ignoring the needs of his rigid cock as he bent the cane, "The nine strokes that you had last time did not seem to cure your infidelity, Mrs Blunstone," he said."No Mr Henderson, I think perhaps twelve strokes this time," said Carol who knew that it would be very painful but ultimately very satisfying."Yes, twelve strokes but twelve hard ones,".