“My mother was a music teacher; she always said that music was the key to a person’s soul.” His deep blue eyes softened at this and he stole a m...ment to glance me over. If he hadn’t had been drinking then it might have been more subtle, but it was plain to see that he was taking in every curve of my body. Yet my only response was a flirtatious “What?”He shook his head as our taxi pulled up. “You are a very old soul Miss Emma Rose.”There is was again, that alluring way he said my full name. It. ’ He said. ‘NO MOT MY ASS!’ she shrieked. Bonnie decided she had to do something and she pulled out the pepper spray she had at the bottom of her purse. Her husband had her get a permit to carry it knowing that she may have to go in a bad neighborhood or work late. She reluctantly agreed with him and was glad she had done so today. She got the small canister ready and burst into the room, she ran towards Bill pointing it at his face. ‘DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER YOU ASSHOLE!’ she screamed as she. ?I want you to bend over the bench, with your hands behind your back?. I kneel up and lean over the bench, feeling the ends of the pins scraping the bench beneath me. Folding my hands together behind my back I gasp and gnash my teeth as Your hand shoves me in the hard surface of the bench. The pins pressing and twisting cruelly as my tits flatten. Whimpering softly ?Please Master, it hurts to much Sir, please.? ?Shut up slave, it is supposed to hurt and believe Me, that pain is nothing. I said that “you” think they’re boneheads. And even if I did, they hadn’t figured out indoor plumbing, even though the ancient Romans got it to work thousands of years earlier. If you give up on indoor plumbing and run to an outhouse in the middle of January instead, you’re boneheaded. Which means the English were boneheads, too.Well, why wouldn’t the Americans act like the people in Quebec? Religion. I told you the French-speakers in Quebec were stubborn. They were Catholics, while the English.