Thinking of him in this way, she grins and suppresses a giggle before she closes her eyes and readies her mind for the dance ahead. Still smiling, she...opens her eyes and gives Master a nod of her head and the music begins. As the first notes begin to play, Precious looks down at Panty Man, and begins to sway her hips in time to the music, the top half of her body following her hips. Strutting toward him she stops just shy of his knees. She moves her right foot between his feet and gently. When I'm attacked! What is going on, anyway?"The four women returned to the room as Jack just looked at him and slowly shook his head. "Sam, have you ever heard Andy bleating about working out so she won't get killed when she's in bed with me?" Sam nodded his head. "It's unmitigated bullshit!" Jack exclaimed. "Look at me. Look at Ken Carlson. We're both big — and you certainly are, too. Sam, if we weren't, we would be dead. You see, our wives are real man-eaters. If we weren't big, we would be. " Do we?" ... without the smartarse 'Bradleyisms'," she told him."Ah, yeah, go on?" Look, you're not a bad guy..." She waited for some smart interjection. There was none, so she continued. "It's just I don't think we'd be able to make it in the long term." Again, she waited for a response. Bradley was silent and it irritated her. "Well? What do you have to say?" You tell me to shut up and then command me to say something when I keep my mouth shut. What the hell is it going to be?" Bradley,. " Enough," the man said. "I don't want to hear excuses. And I don't want to hear you call me 'Jerry' anymore. I'm not 'Jerry' your mother's boyfriend. I'm 'Mr. Senders', your school counselor. Understand?" Yes, yes," the girl nodded. "Mr. Senders..." Now, about third hour. It seems like you were quite busy," Jerry said as he clicked away at his laptop. The pictures Heather had given him were all so gorgeous that it was hard to choose which one to show the lovely Alina. He settled on one of her.