You're not going out like that," Dustin protested as he dangled her bra off the end of his finger."What!" Put it on," he growled."Oh for the love of G...d! Your brother needs us and you are bitching about my lack of underwear?" The quicker you put it on the faster we leave."She grabbed the bra and tore her shirt off again. Donning the bra quickly, she shoved her arms back into her shirt and yanked it over her head. She was heading for the door as she yanked the shirt down. Pausing long enough to. They came out on their Tuesday to see me. They didn’t have to, but they were united in seeing the changes I would make to the world. I couldn’t let these people down. I had to build something better.I let the cheers die down normally, the people taking their seats, ready to hear me speak. Katrina gripped my hand while her mother stood nearby, looking as dazed as the barely legal cutie beside me. My breasts rose and fell in my low-cut, silk blouse, my pencil skirt tight about my hips, showing. I cannot refuse. There is no longer a safe word.To prove this to you tonight, if you want, and only if you want, I wish you would punish my pussy. Punish it for giving me pleasure when I should only be focusing on yours. Burn my clit with a cigar, or a soldering iron. Or if you prefer, whip it with the cane. Make it so that it hurts for days. So that I always remember whose joy and pleasure I should be focusing on."We did not need to tell Yukiko to go. She took off like a rocket:"Whip me, all. ”“Hint taken,” he snuffled just as the elevator came to a sudden halt and the lights went off.“Holy crap, what's happening?” Julian exclaimed as he felt Jessica grab his arm.Contrary to the shakiness of her hand and the stiffness of her grip, her voice sounded calm and under control—courtesy of yours truly, management training. “Blackout and we're stuck between two floors,” she speculated just before the dim emergency lighting lit up.“Drat, I forgot my cellphone upstairs,” Julian cursed,.