This way theycould be friends with their kids and grandkids, if they wanted, withoutthe guilt of not passing on some of their wealth.My wife and I wer... more than secure, and looked forward to another go atlife. We figured out what we would need to start over and have a "nestegg, and left that to our new selves, and left the balance to our familiesand such charities and we had agreed upon.We discussed changing ethnicities, but realized that with our ratherproper mannerisms, it wouldn't have fit. Then, as I was watching a couple stroll naked down by the shoreline, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla stand up. My eyes shifted as I saw her reach behind and untie her bra top and drop it to the blanket. Then, yes, then, she undid the side of her bikini bottom and was suddenly standing next to me completely naked.Look, I am a guy, I wanted to turn and look straight on at her standing there but she's my best friend. So, I kind of moved like I was shifting my position on the blanket and,. Good. Clasp your hands behind your back." Ellen froze. She just could not do it. After staring at her for more than long enough, Floyd handed the paddle to Mary, who nodded, stood, and wound up to smack Ellen right on her ass. It was not planned that way, but reflex made Ellen move her hands behind her to protect her bottom and it accomplished the ordered exposure."Keep your hands back there!" Floyd snapped. "Now, move your feet wider apart. Wider! Still wider! Good. One other thing: whether. A note told me that she liked it rough. She liked to be called names. And she loved role play. She wrote that she was wearing a business skirt and shirt and that she wanted me to come up with a scenario and start in the living room. Inspired, I grabbed a set of handcuffs from my closet and ticked them into the small of my back. I walked into the living room. She sat there in a conservative black skirt, gray blouse and heels. Like I said before, she looked just like a sexy librarian. I told her.