.. „ The voice was low, vibrant, cultured.„Well, girl, you are going to be whipped now.“ Melissa seemed to flinch slightly. „I want you to und...rstand, slave, that you are not going to be whipped for any fault or misdemeanour. This is purely for Mr Osman's benefit. A demonstration, you might say, of what can be done to a slave girl here. You understand?“„Y-Yes... Madame... “ Quentin saw the full lower lip of the girl start to quiver. For a moment, he almost felt sorry for her... then his desire. Just remember that I got what I was looking for from any chick that passed it out. You should know that from what's happened between us." He replied hoping to make his point."I guess, ... I guess you should know something. When I was finishing eight grade, just as I turned 14, I played soccer and I was really good, the best player around Oklahoma and over the summer before I went to high school I was recruited to play on the varsity team at my high school. We broke a million scholastic sports. We both dress and head out for breakfast. Upon returning from breakfast, I lay back on the bed to relax for a few minutes. You come over and give me a kiss then excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you come back from the bathroom, my eyes light up with surprise. Apparently you stowed a few items away in there that I wasn’t aware of. The very short skirt shows off your sexy bare legs. The jingle of your ankle bracelet draws my eyes to your bare feet with their polished nails. At least the first. "Hi hun. These came for you."Simon took them and forced a smile. Rhea noticed the hesitancy and scowled slightly. "Any problems?"Simon shook his head quickly. "Oh no. But you know banks. Every twenty seconds, here's a statement. Anyway, how was your day?"Rhea glowered at her dogmatic daughter who had wrapped her tiny arms around her father's waist. "Fine until this one started in the park." Oh, Izzy," Simon said to their daughter, who feigned ignorance at the suggestion she had been.