Placing my hands on his waist I pulled his t-shirt out of his shorts, lifted it up to his shoulders and then freed his arms one at a time. I massaged ...is lean and muscular arms as I removed his shirt. I scratched the insides of his arms gently with my fingernails. His shorts followed. He got the same sensual massaging treatment as I eased them down his legs. Both garments found themselves with the towel on the mat we set on the sand, in the sunshine. Still at Jim’s back, I wrapped my arms. It would not be fair of me to punish you for failure to comply with my demand if you do not understand what you are to do to comply with that demand”. “I will never outwardly mark you so that our time together will not be discovered or that will cause you embarrassment trying to explain the markings. I will, however, punish you and mark you where they will not be seen in the course of your normal day but will be seen if you are intimate with someone”. “I will expect you to fully obey me from. Taking him to the scale, she weighed Jensen and took his height and then they sat down as she took his pulse and breathing rate along with the blood pressure. Jensen could not avoid noticing that going to gym for the last almost 6 months, had started to pay off and his toned, buff body was looking very impressive to his own eyes. Then the nurse left telling him to put his shorts on, relax and that the doctor shall be in shortly. Jensen put his shorts back on and sat in the chair waiting. With. "Where are you off to in a hurry?"Shit! I'd hoped to escape without "it" noticing me. I turned around, the biggest, most fake smile I could come up with on my face. "What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Dirk?"Dirk Drummand, my rival there at the Daily Press. He was the one that got all the stories I wanted. If you asked him, he'd tell you he was God's gift to women. If you asked me, I'd tell you he was an A-1 asshole. If you didn't sleep with him, that automatically made you a lesbian..