“Recruit Nyland reporting Collins Division for inspection,” Mike Nyland snapped.“Wrong, try again fuckhead,” Spike snapped his cane against hi... thigh.Michael Nyland was confused for a second and he realised what was expected.“Recruit Wren Nyland reporting Collins Wrens Division for inspection,” he corrected himself.Jason Jones strutted along the formation of the four recruits dressed as Wrens, looking them up and down.“A piss poor effort Nyland,” he snapped.“They look like they’ve been dragged. Youre nothing but a whore. Do you sleep with all of them too? he asked. No, its just dancing. I said in a whisper. You lying bitch. You can not dance like that in front of men and expect them to not do anything. he said as he shook me. Please daddy. Im not lying. I cried. Well see about that. he said and picked up the paddle. Ill beat the truth out of you. No daddy please, please dont beat me! I am telling the truth. I said and he grabbed my arm and threw me over the back of the sofa. Holding. The blouse joined her skirt on the floor, and my nipples strained against the confines of the bra, hard and sensitive. I fumbled a few times with the clasp, but then it snapped open. Following her encouraging nod, I let it drop down. Cordelia’s playful smirk did not bode well, yet it was like Michelangelo himself had painted this expression on her face, sweet and knowing and beautiful. She stepped closer, so close that her bikini-covered nipples almost brushed against mine. “Tell me,” she. We decided to forget the small-timers right now and go directly after the Sharks boss in each sector. Deliberately, we selected next target at random. We didn't want the Sharks to figure out where we would strike next. We weren't worried about the opposition, but we were worried that they would start hiding information and money from us.As far as money was concerned, we figured that we had taken the vast majority of their money when we stripped the Swiss numbered account, but their day to day.