Under her casual outfit she was rather fit,with small breasts and narrow hips. He nodded to himself and got hold ofa leather cord that circled his ne...k, tugging it upward to reveal anamulet that was strung on it, which had been hidden under his tennisshirt."Oh," he said absently. "I'm Mike. Mike Magic. Not to be confused withthat dancer, Magic Mike. I'm with the Union of Spell Casters and WishGranters. What we do is, well, cast spells to grant wishes. As our nameimplies. Anyway, we work. Our three sluts that had professional jobs, Willow, Jessica, and Noel were told to not wear their chokers when they went to their jobs. Willow was a gynecologist and an idea popped into my brain. Lets spin this story back to our charity. Willow, you know the plan well enough to talk about it at to the media? Yes, Mistress, Willow answered. And Ive found the location for the clinic, filed with the IRS for our 501(c)(3) approval, and put that money you gave me into the accounts as donations from. I get." Can you ride a stud horse Bill?" I'm pretty sure I can, since I was able to last time I tried and I was old and broke up some then. I never did care much for geldings. To me it seems they lose interest in what's going on around 'em when you cut their balls off." I know what you mean, and they sure need to pay all the attention they can here and now."There wasn't really much difference to choose from between the saddles the women built here, but Bill picked one and said he'd admire. A boy who wasn't on limb-constraint duty wouldpull up the victim's shirt and pull down his trousers to bare the tenderestpart of his belly. Then the tormentor would start slapping the victim's belly,at first gently but then with ever-increasing intensity. Soon the victim'showls of protest would turn to howls of pain as the belly-spanking startedto smart. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim.