Oh! I must live in China! And as everyone knows; stairs and smartballs are a dangerous combination!!!! I round the fifth floor of the stairs leading ...p to my apartment, my pants were unbuttoned, my zipper down, fingers thrust beneath my bra squeezing my nipples. And this being me… yes I almost tripped walking through my door. Loosing my pants, kicking off my shoes, stumbling to my bedroom where I had left my toys the night before. I didn’t need any help, I pulled the smartballs from me, and. I grab the bottle and headed back to my office. Opening my e-mail and there was a response I opened it up quickly. Jax, There are a few known ways and one that has never been tried before. Here they are: 1. Give the coin to someone else. This has to be done in a tricky way. Like in a box of stuff or as a gift 2. Put it into something you can never get it back out from like a Grave, in concrete or at the bottom of the ocean. 3. This is the one that NOBODY has tried. Un-wish finding the. "So that's the real reason for the micro-dress and heels, flirting…... or more?" I asked. "I just can't resist turning them on," she said, "besides it gets me so hot to see the bulge in their pants." "We've discussed this before," I said, "you know that it is 20 whacks on your bare bottom for flirting when I'm not around." "Ohhhh noooo, come on I was just having fun, wasn't like I was sucking his dick or anything, pleasssssse, nnnnoooo," she whined. I sat down on. Apparently I was the only one that stood out from the crowd.He leads me to the back room, somewhere quieter where we can sit and chat, he says.The back room is decorated in black silks, candles and gothic art work. Its beautiful, but this is no longer the every day parlor I thought it was.He tells me now I am his, he is the one who is ultimately in charge of me and my body. He says the piercings he chooses will not be ones that I will be expecintg, and I will be at his beck and call to be.