He shook my hand and graciously thanked me for agreeing to meet him during the holiday season.What I was not prepared for was his son. Marsha hadn't m...ntioned that Sammy Oldham would be there. He was the exact opposite of his father, taller, more muscular, wearing a rumpled blue blazer. Sammy's hair was too long, un-kept, and there was a scar in his cheek that made me think he had been in a knife fight. Unlike his father, who had come to my side of the table, Sammy reached awkwardly across the. The screen displayed a single room, furnished like a well stocked studio apartment. On a bed in the far corner sat a very pretty, light skinned black girl, dressed in panties and a spaghetti strap tee. She looked exhausted, fidgeting nervously on the bed."She's gone through the same conditioning you went through this week, only without the suite mates and the videos," Shannon explained. "We're reasonably sure she's integrated the conditioning. We want you to make sure." What do you mean. So when Mr. Right comes along, I will happily surrender you to him, as long as he never hurts you or makes you unhappy, in which case Dad and I will both be after him. And you can expect me to try and protect you from Mr. Wrong, whether you want me to or not! Now, with Julie, I am convinced that I am Mr. Right for her, and I will fight to keep her, even if her brother and father disagree. She is my best friend, and I feel that I can tell her anything. I can't keep any secrets from her; it was. I hesitated, and she produced the riding crop she'd bought at the toy store, and slapped my bottom with it. Not gently. I began to peel my clothes off, and she admired my body at each stage. Finally when I was down to my thong, which she'd insisted I wear, she told me to kneel in front of the couch, and blindfolded me snugly. "Hands behind your back!" I obeyed promptly, and she tied my wrists tightly behind me, then my ankles. "Wait for me" she said, like I had any choice in the matter. .