Jenny started to protest, but Kelly held up her hand, stopping her in mid sentence."Look, all I want you to do is take off your bra! Now go to the res... room, and slip it off. This is only going to take a second!" Jenny hesitated, with a suspicious look on her face. "O.k., I'll be right back!" she said, hurrying up front.Kelly waited a minute or two, and then pulled her keys out of her shoulder bag, grasping the remote controller. Time to see how well conditioned she really is! She thought with. “That was…” Liberating was the word she was thinking of, but she didn’t say it. Too weird.“Yeah,” said John. “It was.” He paused. “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have. I didn’t know if you wanted to—”“Oh, I definitely wanted to.”“Right, but now I can’t…I mean, if you wait a while, maybe…”She wanted to giggle. “No problem, tiger.” Tiger? Is that something people really said? “You know where to find me. You know, tomorrow, or anytime. If you want.” The truth was, she did have a particularly. Blushing and staring at my feet I replied “my name is pet cunt”.“Say it again dear and this time look into the camera” he said.Now my face was completely red I stammered again “My name is pet cunt”.“Your Master has picked a very good name for you but alas it is his name for you, so I will continue to call you Jo if that is okay with you?”.I nodded yes.With a wicked grin he told me “It’s your turn to be comfortable I think ... we will start with your feet. Please remove your socks.I felt so. “Bob Lawrence, the pastor of Aldersgate UMC in Evanston, just had a stroke.”“I’m sorry to hear that.”“And I need a substitute preacher for Sunday morning. Would you permit your husband to take that job?”“Of course I will. I’ll keep him in my prayers, too.” She meant Bob Lawrence, not David.“Did Campbell really put the promise to attend your services in the wedding vows?”“No. Well, you can ask Reverend Campbell, but David’s like that. Don’t ask him about St. Paul’s recipe for chili.”“May I speak.