“Oh my lord no,” she confessed, “Fine Gentlemen are so very particular, they demand clean clothes, clean hair, fine perfume and all require all ...orts or pampering before their members can be persuaded to stir from its slumbers, indeed for the most part they prefer another gentleman for their pleasure.”“Yes, I do believe they do,” I laughed.She continued earnestly, “Whereas the common person is so grateful for my attentions that they often expel immediately upon entering my person and often. His balls were slapping my ass, his stomach slapping mine, my tits were bouncing with the rhythm of our coupling. I held his ass; I liked the way it clenched tight every time he pushed in to me. Dad leaned down to lick my nipples and when he did, I had my first small orgasm. I moaned and gasped then I arched my back, willing him to fuck me deeper, faster. We moved and rolled all over his bed for twenty minutes before he reached the end of his endurance. My father pulled me over him so I. First was rope, so of course I was made to turn around and present my wrists, so that Master could see if it was enough to bind me. Then on to the paint department, where Master selected a paint stirring stick, bent me over, and tested it a few times on my thighs. Next were clothes pins, which Master placed briefly on my nipples through my shirt. The store was very busy, and soon I was following Master without looking up. I could no longer face the stares and giggles of the other shoppers. . Surprise! I would not even be at Board Meetings. Sean calls it the stress test.It took a while, but everyone started to cope. Veronica was the slowest. Eventually, she understood she had even footing with a career politician like Morgan Robertson and career military like Harold Richards. That had to be eye opening. Veronica was much more in tune with manipulating the system than with running it. It made her one of my most effective brakes. She could see all the potential abuse before we had to.