I love this particular bra on Sissy. It is so tight thathe can't even get it back over his head without my assistance. And notthat he ever, ever, take... off any article of clothing I've placed him inwithout specific approval, knowing that there is just no way he can isan extra thrill.So in a way, this was a set up. Sissy had been in that bra most of theday and was, obviously, uncomfortable but that was just as I'd plannedit. Though I didn't know exactly how or when he'd reach his breakingpoint,. "Well? Which is it? Come on, you got to choose." Why?", she simply asks. So ... I guess it's both. Silly me."Okay, fine. We'll do both. I will start with the whip. I will hit you on each ass cheek, on your back, on the soles of your feet, on your stomach, on each of your breasts, and on your pussy. I have two dice here, and for each location I will roll them so we can find out how often I'll hit you each time. Here goes ... left ass cheek!"I throw the dice so that they land right beside my. Naomi knew her father. Knew he could never do what they said. She had seen the pain in his eyes as he told her in that car. The man had never even dated since her mother’s death and she knew he had the opportunity. Several women at their church had eyes for the forty-one year old factory worker. But even more than any of that evidence, Naomi knew that her father would have never, ever left her alone with her mother’s body. He loved her, he just would not have done that to a helpless little. .."Thia knew that if she had tried to look in the room that day she really would have found Jenny's fiancé there, she had no doubt he was telling the truth. And if she'd heard these words in any other occasion she would have been the happiest woman alive. But she didn't want him thinking that the problem was solved, because the moment she would say something like "Really Shane?" Or "Is that true?" his next question would be about the accident. And since he knew she wasn't hit by a car she.