"Compared to foolproof assassin, I think he could live with cat burglar." No," Bob said, shaking his head, "he couldn't. Jimmy's right, he'd still see...it as criminal behavior — a start on the slippery slope — and he'd be worried about it escalating into other areas. Pick a category; they couldn't catch you, couldn't prove it was you, but he would know, and — eventually — he would feel bound by his principles to stop you any way he could, even if it meant exposing you." He turned to me, "But. Her eyes peered at him, begging for mercy, but she needed to be taught a lesson for her own good. He looked stern toward her and said "NOW!", hurring ger to obey his orders. She moved quickly, laying across his knees with her soft white bottom exposed on his lap. He removed the gag ball, although she knew not to utter a word.He firmly slapped her bottom several times. She jumped as his hand hit her ass, tears coming to her eyes. He grabbed the whip and administered several lashesto her warmed. “I assume you want this machine for the night of the party,” I replied, “and not for some special event.”Their bodies remained frozen, but their faces relaxed as they answered in unison, “Of course, Mister W. It would be even better if the machine or perhaps the people at the party made the decision for us.”Then Lacy said, “We know that one of us is the Master sometimes, but not all the time.” And Stacy continued, “And one of us is the submissive slave sometimes, but not all the time.” Then. “Admit it” the voice in her head whispered knowingly.She turned around to face him and their locked eyes. “Yes” came the reply from her lips. But ‘Yes’ she was a slut and wanted him was what she knew she was really acknowledging to herself. His hands move to the belt of her robe and he pulled the ends unravelling the knot that had held it closed, keeping her covered. The robe fell open and Tom once again gazed on her bare skin of her stomach.This time Tom took the initiative and bent to kiss.