Dad was in agony, but I know it was even worse for her. I could hear her crying like her heart was breaking, while Dad screamed in pain. She was hurti...g her lover, and it hurt her far worse than it hurt him. But he would walk!“Anyway, in spite of the fact that he’s retired on an 90-percent disability, he’s back to being a golf professional shooting — as usual — in the 60’s. And that’s walking the course. No way you’re going to get Dad in a golf cart. But when it was all over, Dad was left with. By proven I mean: for Doms you must include a clear photo of you (showing your face) that clearly shows your domination of a woman; for Masters the same applies but you should ideally have a background showing various dungeon items. BE SURE to read the blog HER BDSMHow do you meet her? That depends on your distance but ideally for *any* man responding I want to know who may be using her. You must email me being clear about what you’re into and wanting her for and *include a face photo* – you. .. I think I'll give Diane a call tomorrow."Chapter 3; brainstorming"Hello?" ... Yes, hello. Do I have the York residence?" Yes, this is David York, speaking." Oh ... This is Theodora Winter. Could I speak with Diane, please?" Just a second; she's out by the pool. I'll call her." ..." Hello?" Diane... ? Theodora. I heard some news last night and I just had to call you. Herbert told me that the Grand was closing and we remembered that your husband works there. How are you?" Not bad at all,. When I got to the corner I went left towards the grammar school and beyond. It wasn't my normal route but I needed to kill time until dark. I wound up on another street with two story houses that didn't fall into my peeping criteria. There was a woman with her back to me bending over picking up a pile of leaves. Nice tight ass lady, I thought to myself. I continued on until I heard. "Jimmy Reardon, is that you?"I turned to look at the woman from the front lawn. I almost didn't recognize Ms..