?The belt, sir.? The words were clipped, almost gasped. ?How many?? ?Twenty.? ?Twenty, what?? ?Twenty, sir,? Ryan ground out. ?Very good.? George was ...miling as he undid his belt and dragged it from theloops of his pants. When it was free, he doubled it up and slapped his ownhand with it. The sound made me cringe, yet my excitement intensified. ?Ready, Ryan?? he asked pleasantly. ?Yes, sir.? The leather belt whacked down across the crest of Ryan's ass. Ryan's bodyjerked at the impact, but he. It’s only 7 am. Twelve more hours, yet you already tingle with anticipation. You find the next note was on top of your breakfast plate, which I have covered with fresh fruit. This note reads ‘Eat up…you will need your strength! Don’t worry, I will eat well later…’ As you sit down to eat, you start to fantasize in wonder what it could be. You realize that your panties are wet… You find it hard to concentrate all day at work. Your mind is on tonight. An email arrives, with a list to prepare you. "Oh, gaaaawwwwd, yes! Suck my nipple! Suckkkkkkk it!"Okay, she really seemed to like it. I switched my attention to her other breast and repeated the same motions. Then Monica leaned in again and nibbled on the outer part of my ear, which was strangely enjoyable."Take her, Jimmy. Slam her to the ground and take her! Take my daughter!"This was rapidly becoming insane, but in the state I was in, Monica's suggestion actually sounded like a good idea. I kissed Aaliyah once more, then I grabbed her. I left the basement without a word, but with the BSD in my hand. Iwent to the living room to see Mark watching some boring cartoon, one handon the remote, other massaging his left breast. He said to me:"With these, everything gets better. It's like pot, but without theillegal stuff and..." Zap! I swapped us. That eerie feeling of feelingnothing hit us again, this time I was specting it, so it was asunconfortable as before."..it's free." He said from my mom's body. "Hey! You could have atleast.