. “Don’t give me that look. Lengthen your stride a little. We still will start out slow.”Our fifty-minute start of the day on easy mode, became ...inety on hell mode ... Walk five minutes, jog five minutes, sprint five minutes, jog five then restart the cycle. My legs were on fire and my side had major stitches, Plural! Thank God for healing, which I waited until we were home before activating, at her order.“You did well. Have a big breakfast today. You burned a lot of calories.”“Thanks,” I. "The last time a Constitutional Convention was called, the Articles of Confederation were ripped up and an entirely new Constitution was written. That could happen again! The instability that would arise from that, especially now when we are at war and politically unstable from the Capitol bombing, would be disastrous and would send the wrong signal to both our allies and our enemies. If we are going to have a Constitutional Convention, let's wait until after the war is over and after we have. It was her rules; it was our game.My lady led me up the stairs with a worrying expression; this was not the smile I was used to, but something meaner and more serious. She took me to our bedroom and closed the door. It was symbolic as there was no-one else in the house, but it meant something to her. I guessed there would be no playtime. We weren't financially desperate, but we did need another income.The woven wrist restraints waited menacingly on the fresh bedsheets where I had left them. Now it's time to punish her he thought. Carson began spanking with an increased pace while Julie jerked across his leg. As his erection was growing stronger he thought to himself this is much more fun than firing her. As much as it hurt, Julie felt the blood rushing to her hips. She felt her lips swelling and a familiar tingle from her clit. Slowly she began parting her legs and exposing her arousal to him. And she could feel his hard cock rubbing against her hip. Where would this go? she.