All security systems are based on the level of threat. They guard nuclear secrets with more security than the president gets when he travels. It's all...about how sophisticated you think the threat will be, that determines the level of security. I didn't think I needed as much protection as either a nuclear warhead or the president. Since that was the case, falling asleep late Saturday afternoon was easy.Sunday my walk at the mall was pretty much alone. It appeared that most people had a family. Terrell twisted in his seat and asked, “Are you okay? You can change your mind and nobody is going to ever say anything. It happens all the time to be honest.”Abby muttered nervously, “We’re not them. We do what we say.”He smiled and glanced at Caleb who was watching through the rear view mirror. Terrell responded, “Yes … you both always have. That’s something about you dad and us have really admired about you.”Jean looked up, “Will your dad, Jacob, be there?”He shook his head, “As I said, only. I grab my whip and strike a blow across her tender young breast catching the nipple clamps pulling it off and she yells out this blood-curling scream of pain. I then smack the whip once more on her breast causing a little patch of blood to rush to the surface of her breast, just not breaking through the skin. I look back to her mom whose pussy juices are flowing like a river making a puddle on my floor. I know this is very torturous, so I walk back over and turn the power back down to a. As he slowly looked around, Cole frowned, feeling almost claustrophobic with all the people that surrounded him. He didn't particularly like coming to the mall that close to Christmas, but he knew that it was the only chance he had to get his Christmas presents bought. "Gotcha," Cole whispered as he clutched the $5 bill tightly in his hand. He'd only found it earlier that day and knew that he had to get to the dollar store if he was going to get anything. Of course, he knew that he couldn't buy.