She felt his hand pat and squeeze each cheek in turn as he passed.It was Sunday morning. While making toast and oatmeal and splitting a grapefruit, th...y passed each other a dozen times. By the time they sat to eat, she felt like her cheeks were humming. Whether it was on her thick cotton robe or when he got under to fondle her little panties, each touch made her feel warm.She changed into yoga pants and an old T-shirt. He slipped on his work shorts, planning to mow the lawn. She got herself a. "Stuff with less commercial appeal we could do like a swap or amnestyidea. Like bring an unwanted girly item and get something of Dolly'sbefore he went sissy. Like a boy could bring a doll's house his sisterhas out grown of and leave with Dolly's well used but perfectlyserviceable weight set."Daniel was nauseous hearing these ideas. He had spent so much money andtime accumulating his sports memorabilia collection. It was onlyincreasing in value yet that bitch Ms. Lawrence was making him sell. And, it associates these organizations with us; and we do good for them. It's a synergy -- a symbiotic relationship. These charitable shareholders of ours were more than happy to participate in this campaign -- for no compensation other than the visibility our ads give them. It's free advertising -- free for them and free for us. Our only cost is for the media space."Kirk gazed at the screen for a moment and shook his head. "I'm still in awe of the brilliance of this concept. The ads are. Your existence is mine to do with as I please; your sole purpose is to please me. Remember that.” She dropped to a whisper, “Oh, and do not hesitate to whimper, I like it.” Fear shuddered through me, but it didn't have long to form before I heard the crack of the whip, and felt it burn a line of pain down my back. I let out a pained cry of shock and agony, and my body instinctively tried to escape the source of the pain, forcing me towards the woman I was already tightly pressed up against..