That's when the doorbell rang and Joe told me to, "Waddle over there andsee who's at the door Jill?"I was sobbing as I walked to the door. The little ...ars through mynipples ached under the pink spaghetti strap camisole. And I had to lookdown so as to not fall down in the black open toe heels I wore. My pinktoenails and pink fingernails visible. Inside I hoped the tattoos weredone in washable ink. At least Sean had said they were something thatwould wear off in a week or two. And as soon as this. 'Me, same shoes, I just bought some booze to ease the pain' said I laughing. It was not entirely true, I got bored checking out bars for a flirt and intended to drink and watch a movie at home.She laughed saying ‘Well, that’s a plan! I was just not in the mood for bars, none of my girlfriends are in tonight, but I hate how I wasted this evening… Well, I won’t waste any money on a cab, I’ll just walk home…’ I asked her which part of the town she lived in, and it turned out to be in the same. No matter what, the dairy farms would be closed.The dairy industry had been hit with enough regulations over the past four years to effectively put nearly every farm out of business. It was plain to Tom that someone wanted the dairy industry shut down. A lot of dairy farmers agreed with Tom on that matter. Even arguing that dairy products were an important source of nutrition wouldn't fly. The typical dairy section of a store now had as much soy milk as dairy milk.Farms that managed to survive. I am particularly keen also to being introduced to flogging on my back, butt and breasts and to experience the use of a leather belt. Though I would want to agree to initial limits though in the first instance; perhaps to no more than 20-25 lashes by either one or perhaps several guys to determine for my master and myself my pain threshold and limits. I admit some of my behaviour is complex and comes from a strong desire to be punished and atone for my sins if you like, for somehow.