"All of us are betting who can get your tits out and take a photo of them" I stopped the car. My mouth opened" That explains a lot" I replied.Letting ...o of my grip on his balls. he relaxed."Been going on for weeks rolling over adding up" he told me."Who started it" I asked, "Richard the Landlord" his answer was no surprise although married his wandering hands behind the bar was incessant!It was then I hatched a cunning plan...The clothes I had ruined must have come to a hundred at least 200 in. "Get over there to the saw horse and lean over it now."She shook her head whimpering. "No."He ripped her shirt and bra off of her. "I told you that you would get a spanking, now get over there."Trying to cover herself with her hands she had walked over to the horse and was leaned over it so her ass was up in the air. Before she could react she found he hands being tied with rawhide to the horse, and after her shorts and undies were stripped off he tied her legs in place.He leaned down and. ’ Why did that surprise me? She was a beautiful woman, confident and very independent. I know I couldn’t hide the look on my face. I tried to smile and say something nice. Hell, I can’t even remember what I said. I went to my office and started on the program with Jerry and Bob. They were both pretty nice guys. They have been with the firm for a few years. Both were married and Bob recently had a son. They had both transferred down from the Michigan plant. They asked me to join them for lunch.. Amina shifted her weight forwards, fell onto her knees and bowed her head.'Rise,’ he commanded.Slowly she put one foot forward and used it to pull herself back up.Sultan Hakim stood in front of her, wearing nothing but a small, open vest and a pair of his poofiest trousers. A long, golden rope served as his belt. Amina could see his muscular stomach, his travels had made his skin darker than even her own and he was tall and broad-shouldered. Amina had never seen the Sultan fight, but the bards.