I have exactly one word for Art: settle. He’s being vindictive, and I think it’s stupid.”“But you’re pissed at Jefferson!” Kara protested....��Yes, I am. But what’s done is done. Being vindictive about it makes no sense. Just let it go. By the time we’re done, the lawyers will get more money than Art would have had to pay Jefferson in a retention bonus. He should have just given it to him. I would have in Art’s position because the fight just isn’t worth it.”“You learned this from settling with. I took offall twelve circular weights before clipping them on to her nipples."Ready to try again?" Kay."I shook my head and held up one of the magnetic weights, making theclamp dance for a few seconds before it flew out of my hand and clickedonto the bottom of the clamp's round base. "You're just not having muchluck are you?" I held up another weight, holding it this time so that whenit came close to the clamp it tugged at her nipple. "We don't want theseto slip off," I said, tightening the. Walking up the pathway to his front door, Sam quickly looks over herself to make sure she is perfect for her master. Waiting patiently at the front door he opens the door, takes her by the hand and leads her in. He says nothing as he simply walks to the left of the house. There is a staircase that leads to the second floor and with her hand in his; she silently follows him up the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs he turns right and enters in the first door on the right. Entering the. A fine sweat had already broken out along her forehead, neck, and chest. Her breathing came shallow and rapid through slightly parted lips, and every so often, her tongue would dart out, seductively, as she needed to moisten those lips against her drying breath. Her eyes, when they were opened, were full of expression as they stared at me, full of dreamy sex one minute, then acquiring an almost thoughtful glint the next as if she were contemplating the bliss Karen and I were promulgating within.