Next up, were the Ryan Sisters, singing a Kylie Minogue piece of music as a single voice...Thinking of youThinking of all that you do to meOut of the ...lueAll that I hopeBut live without itOut of the blueAnd to the light thatmoved right through meIt’s all coming trueAnd now every day’slike ChristmasUntil you, every day was ordinaryIt’s true and now every day’s like ChristmasAll ‘cos of youAll now all around meI was down and disusedAnd now I can’t believe you found meThinking of youThinking of. Putting her boobs back just before she steps out of the office to sort herself out.Quickly leaving his office, she is thankful there is a bathroom right next door and she rushes in and cleans her face off. Checking the mirror a few times to make sure she hasn’t missed any for her colleagues to see.Returning to her desk she gasps as she sits down, the pain in her bum cheeks shooting through her. Angel gets back to work trying to forget the pain. This control he has over her is a drug to her and. Being unable to speak didn't mean I couldn't communicate. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly to me. I also couldn't resist burying my nose into her hair and kissing her head. I was quite sure that these actions had answered her question.Eventually she looked up and I saw that she was weeping. I bent down and kissed the tears away and felt happier than I could ever recall. I desperately wanted to kiss her properly but couldn't make my mind up exactly why she was crying and. . belt... thing.." I overhead her say from underneath my chin, her voice giving a hint of slight frustration. "..Are you...having trouble down there, sweetie?" I asked, kissing the top of her head, noticing that it was taking longer than usual to unbelt my pants, though I must put my daughter's inexperience with belts into consideration over my wife's. "No, no, it's alright.. I.. got this, I think" I heard her confidently say underneath me, hearing the metallic pieces of my belt ring,.