She hadn't used her tawse on him in a while, and he had forgotten howtruly painful it was.The Photo Shoot"So, Vanna, tell me about yourself." Well, I'... a businesswoman, I own several businesses left to me by mylate, unlamented husband. And If I may say so a do a very good jobrunning them. One nice thing is that the old bastard left me a LOT ofmoney" And what else do you like?" Well, I'm a voracious reader, love fine dining and good wine, and myhobby is photography."Mrs. McGregor. I like the way her tits fill out that top, I like the way her waist flares out to those hips and the way that tight toned butt fills out those stretchy pants. I like the way that she takes pride in her appearance and wants to be as sexy as possible. If she had jet-black hair instead of blond, she'd be pretty close to my ideal woman."Whereas in the past, Leslie would have scoffed at an answer like that, now she completely understood where he was coming from as she felt her own desire to become. ‘Next,’ he thought. Christopher was the king of cunnilingus and because of his status of being the king of licking pussy, he was the champion of receiving reciprocating blowjobs. If only his friends knew the formula to receiving a blowjob was for them to give to receive, they’d be just as lucky with women as he was. ‘No more Rod Hardcock for me. Pussy Galore, that’s the ticket. That’s me,’ he thought. Then, once I give them what they want, my turn to get what I want, I turn into Rod Hardcock. He was hidden from the waist down. I knew I could hit a target to within one minute of a degree of arc. From a practical standpoint that meant I could hit a one inch circle at a hundred yards, two inches at two hundred and on out to a ten inch target at a thousand yards. I wasn’t going to try anything fancy, certainly not a head shot. I was going for center of mass, his sternum in the middle of a two foot by two foot rectangle. I knew from experience I had about a ninety per cent chance of.