Oh no you dont, muttered Barbie as she contorted her body to reach the dog. She felt the tips of her fingers make contact, but that was all she manage... to do before the Terrier bolted. Dammit! muttered Barbie as she tried to get back to her feet. Unfortunately, she soon realizes what was impossible. In her attempt to seize her canine friend, she had somehow managed to get herself stuck between two heavy boxes. She struggled to break free, but soon realized she was pinned. At least she was on. From then on I was the man of the house with all its responsibilities. The reading of the will only re-affirmed what we already knew; all the family wealth was mine. The visit to the family Stockbroker was a shock though, I knew that dad had sold his business and retired but I wasn't aware of the amount of money that was involved."The total assets in trust are just over fifty seven million Pounds," he said."Oh!" was all I said, for I was in shock."Well after tax and a amount of reinvestment for. His buittocks and along the crack. He's starts crying now begging me to let him go. That was my plan if he resised enough but I went too far for that to happen now. I pull him up turn him around and start undoing his belt. He tries to push me away and I double him over with a punch to the belly. Then I clasp my hands together and pound on his back and he falls to the floor. I get all of his clothes off. Other than some pubes he doesn't have a fucking hair on his whole body from the neck down. I. She didn't feel guilty about this, although at times she felt she probably should. The small, thin bed was neat, although from the slight wrinkling of the blankets he obviously had been sitting on it earlier. Stepping into the room, Shanna closed the door behind her."Hi."He turned as the sound of the door latching filled the silence. His face was one of sorrow, disappointment. Shanna's heart sank. This ... this was not going to be good."Rumors are spreading, I see," she said, trying to keep her.