I quickly flipped through the pages and decided that this particularissue was devoted to cosmetics and nail care. I tossed it onto the tablenext to th... case and it flipped open to an advertisement. I paused tolook, it was of a type of nail polish that had diamond like dust in theenamel. On it was a woman's hand adorned with the shiny polish, herhands were slim and each nail was perfectly manicured.I started to throw the book back on the shelf and noticed the projectorsitting there. "I wonder?". He was in the barn with his horses."I'm Tom," I announced. "Your dogs took me here." Marty," he was a short, stocky man with balding gray hair and a short beard. He wore soiled jeans, scuffed cowboy boots and a worn western shirt. "We talked on the phone. How did you get past the dogs?" Just talked to them," I said. "I wanted to find you. I think they understood me."One of the horses nudged me from behind—a large black one."That's Liberty," Marty said. "You have work for my union?" Oh, yes!" I. "You're pretty much fucked again sissyslut, huh?" Yes Mistress." Since you were nice enough to play with us today, and since you weregood enough with your tongue to make us happy, we will release you." Thank you very much Mistress." Before bedtime, and only if you complete your task for today, andcomplete your first ordeal. Should I explain her duties for today nowCheryl, or surprise her as we go along?"Cheryl had changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top."I guess you can do it now, but I. ”“So, you lowered your price to fuck me.”“No, I mean, I didn’t think of it that way.”“What does that make you if you’re getting paid to have sex with me?”“It’s not like that,” I pleaded. “I’m sorry, Cliff. It was amazing. It still is. Don’t be mad. It became way more than that. Think of the pic as capturing the magic of our first time together.”Something in Cliff’s soft mysterious eyes darkened.“Please, can we just get one pic? If I don’t, Ashley will never let me live it down.”Cliff conceded.I.