Something like a campaign based on 'What if I weren't here for you'. Since that is what you really have to sell. A person's well being is his primary ...oncern. Make it about them, not you." With those words I sat down."Okay smart ass, how do we make it sustainable," a young farmer asked."For one thing you don't spend all you resources on a one day event, one whose media memory will be gone on Monday. Get yourself a catchy sound bite which you can ride to the end. Then branch out. Do lots of TV. Smiling he steps into the room, letting the door swing silently closed behind him, elegant movements enhanced rather than hidden by the sway of the loose Chinese silk coat. Leather jeans cling to his thighs, comfortably tight.His beta gets up, smiling and takes a bundle of leather and steel and hands it too him with instructions. He sighs and casts the bundle aside. With a snap of his fingers she is bound tight with silk strands to the floor. The younger boy gives him another instruction and he. It was bad enough to be so skimpily dressed within the girl’s gym but far worse when outside at the girl’s playing fields. There the audience composed not only of other girls but also hordes of boys doing PE in the adjacent sports fields. The rare sight of scantily-clad pubescent girls always caused male hormones to surge and unleashed a wave of loud behavior. I daren’t repeat the words of encouragement that rang in our ears while we plodded around the racetrack or played sports. Suffice it to. Her eyes were glazed, her features showed the slackness of lust he’d come to know so well. Her mouth hung partly open. Her magnificent breasts, nipples rigid, bobbed and jiggled delightfully. ‘Matt! Oh, Matt!!’ Mary crooned, clutching at his arms as he lunged against her, shoving his erection deep into her, thrilling her. ‘I’m…I’m coming! Agghh! Ahh! I’m coming! Yes! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!’ ‘Yeah! Oh, Mary! Yeah!’ Matt cried, his moans echoing in the kitchen, mingling with Mary’s. He dug his.