Yvonne was thinking that her friend really did have a great arse and she was feeling just a little bit aroused."Stop staring at my arse and start span...ing it," laughed Sheila.Yvonne took a breath and raised the hairbrush and brought it down on her friends left buttock.CRACK!Yvonne was surprised at the noise it made but it did not stop her landing one on the right cheek.CRACK!She then built up pace as she went from one cheek to the other.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!. ’I heard the grin stretch his mask.'Oh you didn't?' he said. ‘Absolutely. I loved telling him. It’s my one regret that he can’t see us together. We’ll have to make some videos to send to him.’Theo was on the corner of the bed. His eyes watched the light grip my Lycra mini skirt. ‘I really couldn’t give a tight fuck about my boyfriend,’ I sighed. ‘He bores the shit out of me. Do you know, the dozy fuck didn’t even realise I was seeing his work mate behind his back. Once while he was working an. “Indeterminate.”With nothing to do except wait for word from David’s recovery team, Roger stood and walked smartly towards the kitchen. Sometime over the last ten years, he’d grown accustomed to the little bitch slinking around. She was rarely far away, no matter how he’d punish her. It was like an invisible rope linked the two of them. It had to be that loyalty gene her breeder bragged about. Then again, if the so-called loyalty gene actually existed, how had his pet managed to run away? She. .. I held it in my hand and looked at my palm through it, the image contorted as if I was in a fun house mirror. The piece was surprisingly heavy and firm; I’d never considered the density of solid glass. And the piece was beautifuly constructed.“Like that one, do you?” Amelia said. I looked up, startled, and realized that I’d been admiring it for much longer than anyone else. I decided to be honest; shit, it wasn’t like I had anything to hide from anyone there.“Yes, as a matter of fact,” I.