"If the Mistress wishes. I can offer up my bare hand, or a leather glove, or various paddles. The club frowns on whips on normal business nights." I w...uldn't let you use a whip. No one whips the slut except me. Show me the glove."Nina heard something hit the table by her head, and saw Gretchen pick up whatever it was, turning it over in her hand and examining it."Very nice. Good quality leather. Seams are all on the back, out of the way. Protects your hand, but doesn't mark." No, Mistress. I'm. The office Super Bowl party is a tradition that goes back to before I started working there 6 years ago. Every year the entire office gets together for a ?girls only? Super Bowl party, and every year there are stupid bets made between ?the girls.? Someone ends up having to come to work with orange hair or in a football jersey of the winning team or with makeup in the winning teams colors or whatever. Like I said, they are stupid bets, but this one has to be the stupidest one ever.I am. Radar released the brakes and the drone leap down the runway. Radar reached takeoff speed and lifted into the air for the first flight. As soon as the drone was airborne, the vibration indicators fell to 0.1 m/s². To most people this would feel like riding a new full size car on a smooth road. Radar advanced the speed control to cruise speed at 350 nautical miles per hour, and saw he still had over two thirds of the speed control travel left before it reached the maximum stop. As he climbed to. I ached for her as I held her tightly."Goodbye, Ava," I sighed as she released me. "Daniel," I called to her husband. "Don't forget the game tomorrow, Sam," he reminded me as he escorted Sarah outside. "I won't," I smiled as I took her luggage from him."Bye, mom," she hugged Ava. "This weekend was the best." I'm glad you had fun, baby," Ava kissed her hair. Sarah was the splitting image of Ava; tall, slender, thick black hair. She was a constant reminder of my lost love with Ava."Later, Dan,".