I can't see the 'benefits' part ever working." Well," Cyndi said, "she's really fed up with her family at this point. She really wants that 'universit...' education. And, she has already considered trading her body for the means to get what she wants. The last consideration is that threat of suicide. I'm willing to float anything past her if it might break her of that particular thought sequence." I don't think the fact that you are the age you are or that you're white would bother her. It would. ”“I’ll have to get it ... it’s not something I carry while sunbathing.”“Well... ?”So ... Junior headed for the gangway.“Where do you think you’re going?”“To fetch my ID.”“I didn’t say you could leave.”“It’s not on this boat because I don’t live here.” She pointed at the Basilisk. I’m staying there. You want my ID ... I have to go get it.”“I’ll just go with,” he said.“Not without taking the boys ... they’ll break my plane,” Tyche said.And the boys looked guilty. But ... one of the boys was a son. She instantly increases her vigorous stepping from foot to foot, again her screams are muffled as the crop leaves another burning red stripe across her tits & the tears stream down her cheeks. He growls at her loudly “open your fucking legs slut”, another stripe joins the second but this time she drops down in her collar. Gerrant is quick to react & in a defiant tone says “oh no you don’t, fucking bitch has flaked on me!” He grabs her by the crutch & lifts her from the hook on her collar, then. “I’ll be back in a bit, Nikki, I’m going to go get somelunch.” (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“Alright, Ernst,” she said. “I just need to finish uphere.”As he walked away, she went back to brushing thechestnut stallion, occasionally kneading his taut andtwitching muscles. As she worked at her task, she feltmuch more at ease, admiring the beauty and grace of hersteed.“Oh, Relevant, whatever should I do about.