They didn't really feel that way to me, but I guessed that I was probably just a little under average in size. My hair was auburn, and cut into a sort...of bob cut, which explains why I hadn't noticed it. It wasn't much longer at all than I normally kept it. My face was cute. It looked kind of fine and delicate. That along with my hair and size gave me a definite elvish or pixie like appearance. "Jeez" I said to myself, again startled by my voice, though not as much. I'm so damn cute. I figured. " T-t-ten," I wailed, the sobs racking my body. He threw the cane down and removed the ginger plug from my ass. He must've had a bottle of lotion nearby because the next thing I knew He was rubbing a cooling lotion on my burning cheeks. His touch was sure, yet gentle. "I am so proud of you Baby Girl. It is done and all is forgiven. As I said, the matter is now closed."As he rubbed the lotion in, I began to forget the pain and realized that in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, I was. Her overwhelming desire to succeed left little time for friendship and a decade and a half of office politics had forced her to put up emotional barriers that didn’t let her open up to other people. The ‘ice-queen’ they whispered behind her back. All the compromises and unacknowledged loneliness had led her here. Now she finally was in a position to reap the benefits of all those sacrifices. India was the largest emerging market in the free world and she had the chance to run the entire. I know now that I want her so much. I bend down and start to suck on her nipple and she presses her chest into me and puts her hands on my shoulders.I get nervous about being seen, so I ask her to go into the boathouse with me so I can show her more. My heart is pounding. She gets up and marches right into the boathouse. I follow and close the door behind us.She stands there in front of me. I can see her shivering as she waits for me to do something. I hold her to calm her. I run my hands under.