I want you to roll with the pinch, the bite of the pain. Take it, make it yours. Of course, when Im through with you, it wont be yours anymore. There ...s something I need you to do."Handing her eight clothespins, and a slim strip of leather, he watches her for reactions.She sits up, taking the pins and leather strip. She instinctively knows that this will cause much pain. Searing pain that she wont be able to control. She slides one pin through, knotting the leather at the base, trying to do it. Not thinking of anything I drained half the bottle of water and told her thank you. I noticed that she was still wearing the sports bra and shorts combination. I also noticed that the sweat from her fast-paced cutting had completely soaked both. I also realized that these were actually more conservative than they looked across the street and looked to be some sort of a running outfit.I said, "That was some workout you were giving yourself with the mower a bit ago."Millie smiled, "I thought. If there's a way out of a jam without violence that's great with me." Good enough. You want to buy the stuff you'll need now, or wait until the first class?"I opted to buy my gi and the beginners book Kurt used for the class.Now, let's see if what I learned would do any good, not that I really wanted to find out.I got home just in time to start a pot of spaghetti for dinner. I was getting some garlic bread ready for the oven when Beth got home from rehearsal.As soon as she came in the kitchen. We drove to the restaurant, located in Scottsdale, in my red Corvette. June looked hot and wanton in every woman's 'little black dress' with black stockings and black leather stilettos. As she walked, her breasts bounced freely letting everyone know that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were erect as they rubbed against the material of the dress. The dress was naughty with a hint of cleavage and a mystique of sexiness. To me, June was dressed for an evening of total lust. The two of us.