In the case of Mitch, he’ll be more patient and want to hear about your day and even attentive to your feelings.’ ‘That sounds great to me,’ C...ndy said. ‘And Cindy, Mitch also won’t feel like your nagging him.’ ‘If this fixes things in one session, I’m ready to get started, Doc.’ Mitch smiled. Doctor Finebaum got up out of his desk and walked in front of the eager couple. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain with a gold medallion hanging from it. ‘I know this might seem hokie, but. With this Greg was done setting up, with every slap he made things worsefor Greg, he would have no one to blame but himself...."himself" Davethough, and laughed.Cortney shock her head after the third slap, that one didn't hurt as much,it felt quite a bit weaker, was Greg starting to feel sorry for her?Greg looked down at his hand, why did that last slap feel so much worsethan the first two, of well he though, I will just slap her again to makeup for it.Cortney saw the slap coming and blocked. She arrived early on the job the next day. Since she arrived before everyone else, she was able to snoop around at the stations her prospective thieves worked. She was given a list of men to watch carefully. When the employees started to arrive, she kept track of where everyone of them went and what they looked like. She observed them from behind the one way glass; but, when she went down to the floor, all eyes turned to watch her. She walked around, loving the way the men watched her ass as. She only glanced to meet his gaze for a moment, and nodded. Maybe she had pushed too far? She was now aware of his strength and what he could do, her throat still stinging slightly from his grip. She was obedient.'Yes what?' He asked sternly, still staring down at her small frame between his knees. She looked up at him again, her big blue eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her blonde hair a fallen mess along her shoulders. The soft slip of a shirt she more askew, exposing.