." said Lori. "Are you asking me if I trust you enough to make those decisions and have you be the one with the final say?" "Yes, that is part of it" ...I have no issues with that" replied Lori. "You know that I don't want to be in charge of everything all the time". "I know that" said David. The other thing that has been so reassuring in my family is that my Dad took such loving care of my Mom, but part of that is that when she goes off half-cocked, and is not respectful or is insulting or just. Looking down, I was well aware of the steady rise and fall of my bosom with each breath. The section of bench behead my head fell away, causing it to hang over the edge. A small screen was set up there, for my benefit, to mimic the foot tall scrolling marquee displayed at the very top of the machines central pillar. *Slap*I cried out, more from surprise than pain. A mechanical hand had slammed down against my raised, defenceless ass. It was quickly followed by a second blow, this one aimed. About 5'7" with long legs. Always dressed nicely, even on 'casual Friday'. She was just delicious to look at and dream about. My desk had a view of the hallway leading into the break room, so I would get to work a little early just to make sure I bumped into her. I think she was getting wise to it; it was an almost-every-morning event. I didn't care.In the break room, we'd make small talk. Say our 'Hello' or 'Good morning' and usually move on with our days. Sometimes we'd share little pieces of. She had never really noticed how incredible large they were. She knew that they got even larger when she was excited. Then she felt a tug on her hand and followed Tim into the bedroom."Get on the bed on your back," Tim ordered.She looked at him like she didn't understand."Come on, get on the bed."Janice climbed onto the bed and laid on her back in the middle. She was shocked when Tim began to tie her hands to the bedpost above her head. "Tim, what are you doing?" she asked, frightened."Shhhhh!".