She let out a shriek of pain and I watched as a very satisfying red welt began to appear. “What are you supposed to say” I asked and blow number t...o landed right above number one”“YAAAAAH! Gambling isn’t worth it! Please no more. Do anything else. No more”Whoosh! Smack! Number three landed linking red lines now with a slightly diagonal blow that made her shriek and jump.“Gambling isn’t worth it!” she gasped out after her shriek.I just love the way her tits would jump and sway as the blow landed. She can smell his cologne, she’s always loved it. She knows the effect she has on him, and hopes he doesn’t realise the effect he has on her. He can only stare at her longingly, his breathing heavier, as he watches her, and she tries to maintain some sort of confidence that isn’t real. The only guy she’s ever lapdanced for before, is John. And now, here she is, on his lap, pushing her breasts into his chest, as she blows softly over his left earlobe, and into his ear. She can hear him breathing. Pass me over, don’t notice me. Go away. Go away. Please go away. She said that prayer, too, and she was certain Rael was silently saying it right along with her. Too late, it seemed. Out from the back of the cavern it loped on lumbering, padded paws, fearsome, rending claws clicking on the wet stones underfoot. Silmaria had never seen one, of course, save once, an old drawing in one of Master Edwin’s dusty old encyclopedias. It was bigger than the tome had hinted. A thing more substantial and. His boss, Aileen, had requested he stop by her office after the morning meeting. Normally, this wouldn't be any cause for alarm, but there had been more than a few layoffs in his department in the last few weeks. By more than a few, it was literally everyone except Jared. Aileen had always seemed to like Jared, and in most cases she even seemed to flirt with him. So, although understandably worried about his position, Jared held out hope that she was going to keep him around.He also held out.