Even though he is my mate, and love of my life, he is still my master, and I can still be punish. "Is my master ready to be wash or would you rather p...ay with your toys I have brought to you for your birthday." I ask soft and low. He said, "No, I want to play first", and motion me to move to him. Placing my hand into his I let him bring me to him. Then he motion me to turn around and sit on his lap with my legs spread open. Guiding me in place I started to lower myself down in front of him.. First you have to suspect that there’s a needle in it. Then you have to methodically go through the haystack looking for the needle, and you have recognize the needle when you see it.The previous election had shown that someone had planted a lot of needles in a lot of haystacks. This election, there was a concerted effort to find the needles before anyone got stuck by one. They thought they knew what they were looking for. They watched blogs, websites, twitter messages, and every other public. “Hey, little boy, the elementary school is that way.”“Did you bathe in hair remover?”“Drink more milk, pipsqueak.”Somehow I’m not quite gaining the confidence this Program is supposed to instill. Sure, I’ve had my moments, a little. I’d have to say that the genius who thought this Program crap up must be over six feet tall because he or she would never have come up with it if they had to endure what I’m going through.It’s a good thing I take to math naturally. For most of the class today I sat. He was tall and skinny and had an odd look about him."Oh Bobby," Eva gushed. "I can't wait for our date Saturday night. Have you planned anything special for us?" Uh huh," Bobby replied with a confused look on his face. Quickly the look turned into a smirk. "Yeah, something special."He grinned evilly as he slid his hand down her back until it rested squarely on her rear end. With a little pinch, he made his intentions known.Eva squealed."Bobby Jones, you watch your hands!" she giggled as she.