“I’m Drew, and what a lovely way to meet you…?” he states confidently.“Michelle, and I’m not usually so clumsy. Thank you for catching me....��“Entirely my pleasure, Michelle. Tell me something…those are spectacular… sandals… you’re wearing, are they Italian?” he asks playfully. But he is looking at my braless cleavage.I smile at his playfulness and lean forward a bit, giving him a glimpse down the front of my dress.“They are Italian,” I whisper, moving closer to him. “Thank you for noticing,” I. Charlene, an attractive woman in her early thirties had a deceptively nice smile. She could be ruthless in getting what she wanted, but in a good way. She impressed with her dedication getting the scum off the street for as long as possible."What's up?" I said."We have to read you your rights," said Nakamoto. He did."I'm a little out of it, guys." Maybe that's a good thing," said Charlene.When they immediately asked me about Martine, I requested time alone with my lawyer. After I told him. " I know I sounded doubtful about the prospect for success.Bruce cocked an ear towards the side of his house, "I just heard a car drive up. Come on in, and let's welcome them."I followed Bruce inside. As I shut the door to the patio, I heard the sounds of welcoming taking place in the home's foyer. I puffed up my chest, took five deep breaths, and sauntered to the doorway to the foyer.Oh, holy craperoo! There she was – Edie. There was no doubt which woman she was. She looked even more beautiful. I need your help.” “You’ll do fine, Boss. A spanking is a spanking, regardless who is at the receiving end. Just look down at the butt and apply the heat. You might want to start with your hand first. Let him know that it is you up there.” “As for how many to apply, disregard his complaints of discomfort and pleas for mercy. You are in charge and you will determine, not him, how hot his buns get. Start slow so he feels each one before the next one falls. The louder he sings, the more attentive.