I know what he means. He wants the guys to see how much control he has. He wants them to see how bitch comes to cock whilst the husband sits meekly in...the corner of the room. After the call has ended, I am transformed. I am the haughtiest, cruelest cow you can possibly imagine. Instead of being tetchy I am arrogant. Paul stares at me. He cannot quite believe just how easily Marcus can switch me on that way! I know that it awes him, that it makes him feel incredibly small. No matter how. Now show me doing some exercise. I will tell what I need from you later if I am convinced of your skills.”He was confused about what exercises to show and there are no weight bars or etc. I turned towards Monica. “I think Monica here is around 40 to 45kg. Think of her as your weight lifting bar and show me.”Monica was like, “Didi, this is too much and giggling.” I said, “Come on nothing is going to happen. He won’t drop you until I say, if he does, he knows he won’t get the sponsoring. Let’s. Now, as I pulled over onto the shoulder, I saw Master set his jaw. He told me to shut off the car. He stepped out onto the road, crossed in front of the car, unbuckled his belt, and opened up my door. My heart was racing as I suddenly realized he was going to punish me here in plain sight at the side of the road. What if we were seen? He pulled me out of the car by my wrist and led me to the back of the car. I knew better than to protest, but I pled with my eyes. He stared back at me and. "I guess not," Andy said. He turned back to Regan, who immediately resumed her previous spot with her head against his chest. Once again, the tapping came, this time rather more insistent.The same guy was standing there glaring at him."I said, 'Fuck off!'" Regan said, this time loud enough to be heard by everyone nearby."I simply want a dance with you," the young man said."And I simply want you to ... Fuck Off!" Regan said."Look, Pal," Andy said in a calm voice. "The lady doesn't want to dance.