It was great, this trip might work outafter all.The dry Arizona heat felt cleansing as I wheeled my suitcase out of theairport towards the taxi rank. ...It was a wall of heat, like opening thedoor to an oven, and it felt like it was burning all the crazy out of me.The sun was bright, the day was young, and I felt like I could doanything, surely simply being a boy would be easy.The conference was at a big hotel on the edge of the downtown area, andI'd booked a room at a smaller, cheaper, hotel a. A lightning bolt of pain shot through my ass followed by another. And another. And another. He wasn’t giving me any kind of warm up. He started right out beating my ass full f***e. I screamed and strained against the handcuffs but he just kept it up. Whack! Whack! WHACK! ‘Please sir! Please!’ I realized it was me screaming and begging but it just seemed to turn him on more. He beat every inch of my ass till it felt like I was on fire. Finally he stopped and undid the handcuffs. I slid back off. My hair was pulled back into a single pony tail and held in place with a matching pink scrunchie. All I needed was a Hannah Montana backpack to look like a complete ... dork.The office is rectangular in shape and I came in at the short lower side. To my left was his desk and assorted filing cabinets, bookshelves and sports memorabilia. At the other end of the room is a collection of whiteboards, graphs and charts. On the right there is a half wall topped with glass that separates the office. The lesson continued and both models were surprised, Meagan more than Peter, when Debbie announced that she had a finished painting that they could look at if the wished."How fast did you paint that Mother? You usually take your time to get things perfect." Well, since you weren't primarily posing, I stylized what I painted. That does speed things up, but you've been doing breathing exercises for nearly forty-five minutes."Wow, that's cool Mrs. D." Peter exclaimed.Debbie had painted her models.