Stare straight at the floor! And, I said keep those arms and legs firm!? He orders in rapid succession. ?Push up! Arch! Okay, push that other tit...out toward me! That’s it! Hold still, don’t pull back or it won’t count, we’ll start all over again!? Flicking the whip back he smiles to himself as he watches her chest heave, her body twitch, and the muscles, tendons glistening on her flexing arms and legs as she instantly obeys. God, he thinks to himself how much he loves the feeling. I'd seen it as a kid on the farm when the new chicks were establishing a pecking order.I took a closer look at Sam. Pretty girl. No, not girl. She was just reaching womanhood. She couldn't be over 14. There was a look about her. You can look but don't touch. I'm already spoken for.Which I would have know without the inspection. When we got the call from the ambulance, the driver mentioned they were bringing the girlfriend in with them. He then said they were calling in for a rescue team when. “What parts of me do you like looking at most?”“Oh gawd,” I whispered and took a shaking breath. “Your eyes.”She smiled warmly. “Something else? Don’t be shy.”My skin prickled. It was a wonderful feeling, like drinking lemonade for the very first time and feeling it tickle you inside your nose, only much better.“Y-your legs,” I admitted with a blush.“Anything else?”“Do I have to say it?” I asked meekly.“Only if you really love to look at it.”I bit my lip. “Your tush,” I whispered and closed my. I'm getting two cuts, and I'll do them first so you'll see it's no big deal."For girls who'd insisted they'd jump off cliffs for me, they were showing a remarkable lack of enthusiasm for this very interesting experiment."Umm, wouldn't Donna be better for this? She always getting cuts and scrapes," suggested Carol.I enjoyed teasing Carol: "That might be a good idea, Carol. It might be better to keep it entirely in the family because the genes are similar. So just me, you and Donna." Umm...".