"Bernie felt a head-ache growing behind his eyes. His morning had startedout so positive, yet now he found out that the LMR's brain-box must havebeen ...amaged just like the chassis. And it was with a sigh he stated,"You are not a dame." If this one is not a dame, this one does not know what it is. This onecould be a maintenance bot, but it only has one type of screwdriver onits fingers."Staring at the hand that was held out towards him, one tipped in long,squared fingernails, Bernie's burgeoning. If I was another type of woman, I would probably have taken the matter into my own hands and made advances on Mr. Callahan. But I’m not. I’m just Linda Steel, the impeccable and somewhat timid assistant, not a sexually charged femme fatale. And Mr. Trey Callahan is not the type of man that lets himself be distracted, unless it’s of his own volition. When I enter his office, he’s already at his desk, immaculate as ever: black business suit, white crisp shirt and silver cufflinks. He’s the. “You know how they say” I again questioned sarcastically, “that this is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you? “yes” my wife replied.“Well, I quickly answered, “That’s not going to be the case her. This is going to hurt YOU a hell of a lot more than it’s going to hurt me. In fact, it’ not going to hurt me at all!”With that, the first strike landed across her rib cage. She winced and lifted her head up and turned it slightly away. The next few landed across her breasts, her nipples. "I will be by your side all day if you need support," said Sarah.We got into the living room and Bree was in Ashley's arms crying."Bree I am sorry," I said softly. "You didn't do anything wrong."She turned and looked at me."I told you so, "said Ashley with a smile."You mean it?" Yes I do," I said, suddenly taking in her nudity. She had a gorgeous pair of breasts. They were small and firm with very small dime sized dark pink areolas and little pink nipples. I started to wonder if she truly hit.