No doubt at least a few of those times were taken to heart more deeply than you imagined. But you know that, don't you, Steven? Inside, you're afraid ...o own them, afraid to count them, afraid they might justify her surrender to another man. Don't disappoint her this time, Steven. It may be your last chance."The phone went silent. Elyse's name vanished from the screen, the connection severed. At that instant, Steven felt the delicate thread connecting them stretched to near breaking. Would he. While recording all I could think about was rewatching the video on my phone and jerking off to her perfectly shaped and pedicured feet. I must have done a really bad job of hiding it because at one point I noticed she looked down and noticed what I was doing. I kind of panicked and tried to put my phone to the side and pretended nothing happened. For the rest of the day I was extremely nervous, I didn’t know if she realized what I was doing, and if she had, what would she say? A couple days. There were bank accounts, stocks and bonds, even a yacht which lay quietly in its slip, never venturing out into the bay and serving only as a fornicatorium for the Chief Corporate Officer and his little punch. The writer suggested, moreover, that some of these assets may even have been overlooked in tax filings, that their very existence, if revealed, might excite the most intense curiosity of the revenue authorities. The writer conveniently listed volume and page number of land records,. I made no replay. "Tell me now, before I get angry pet" came Your voice very calmly, causing a ripple of fear to course through my body. The only thing I could do was shake my head uselessly. This angered You for I had not replied to Your question. "Look at Me" You commanded. Once again I shook my head. You ordered me to look at You again and in reply I spoke one simple word "No". This made You very angry and You grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. You forced my head up.