She stifles a shocked scream, thrashing madly beneath her Mistress' single restraining hand before she realizes she's in no real danger, slowly calmin... down, her breath still coming in frantic gasps as the whipping begins. She looks up lovingly into the intense eyes of her Master, watching her impassively from the driver's seat; he nods to acknowledge her but does not intercede as she is brutally humiliated in front of everyone.Her Mistress draws back for another stinging rebuke when she feels. Tears rolled down from Nisha’s eyes.“You know, I am only a little younger than your mother, you are like a son to me” Nisha was on her knees crying when she said this.“Oh! Yes, I would really like you to be my mother. In that case I don’t need any money or gadgets, just feed me those like I am your son, it’s up to you” I told her pointing at her firm round breasts.” “And yes I don’t have much time, I need a quick reply” I added when she was taking time for an answer.“Anyway, I tried” telling. We had a wonderful evening and ended up closing the place. We hailed a cab and I insisted on dropping her off at her home. She accepted, smiled and thanked me for being a gentleman. We walked to her front door and I told her that it had been a pleasure to have met her, and a privilege to have worked with someone so brilliant. She blushed and confessed that she was going to miss me. I leaned towards her and kissed her cheek. Neither of us wanted to be the first to move or break eye contact. I. .Anne's face involuntarily split into a wide smile when she remembered the look of disappointment on his face when she had deleted the image and she seemed to stand a little taller, stride a little longer and hold her head higher as she rode the wave of that exhilaration through the rest of a slow day at the store. When her dad left at 5:30 she spent the rest of her shift cleaning up, reading some of the trade magazines at the counter, helping the few customers that trickled through and.