His hands gently and casually rest upon my shoulders. "You look beautiful, mother. As always." Thank you, Tony. But I am getting old - it is more work...every day." I try to make light of my age, but I truly feel old. How can Tony look at me, his own mother, his own middle-aged mother, this way?A hand gently slides up my neck and brushes my long, thick hair out of the way, exposing my tender flesh. I set my compact down on the table and look up at my son, wondering, 'How much did your father tell. "Or pick out the president of most of the other FORTUNE 500 companies. Some people crave the spotlight. Place themselves in a position to be seen. That isn't me. And powerful, well I don't know if I'm powerful, but I can bench press 75 pounds easily," She continued.He was definitely rubbing off on her in the wrong way as he sighed over her silly joke."It all makes sense. Jesus Christ, I am Lois Lane. I am damn Lois Lane!" he suddenly groaned."Lois Lane? What are you talking about?" Jessie. “Well, one of the suggestions was ‘the art of the dominatrix’. Take my advice. Don’t go there.”It was all Allison could do to stop herself from either joining in and recommending enthusiastic ally the BDSM lifestyle or running off and hiding. The two girls looked around and realised Allison was waiting. “Oh, sorry Alli. Here, it’s free now.”“Thanks,” said Allison, wondering how she’d have responded if she’d been at the dinner party. She made her choice of drink and was waiting for the machine. He pushed open a heavy oak door that presented a dungeon. There were few devices, but he picked one and slapped her into it.She was strapped to a rack. A table used to stretch the body beyond it's limit. He wasn't stretching her; he was stripping her.Once she was nude, he grabbed a bucket of water and splashed it over her. He then picked up a lone needle and showed it to her before stabbing it in several places around her nipples.Brianna cried out in pain as he continued to poke and prod her.