.." I sputtered. "My thesis. I need to be in the library and on the internet to finish it." No you don't," said Heather, definitively."Yes I do!" No -... you -- don't!" she stamped her foot. "We talked about your thesis all day yesterday, remember? All you need to do is to sit your butt into a chair and write the damn thing. All your research, bibliography, notes, everything is complete and on your computer. You have been ABD for five years now! All you need to do is to put words to paper.. Then again though, this was the studio lot office, not a downtown, awe-the-peasants type office.Standing out front when we pulled up was a short, plump and balding man with a big smile on his face. Next to him was a statuesque blonde with more than a little padding, who towered over the small man but seemed to hover protectively over him as well.“Mike! Glad to see you! And this must be Jake Reilly. Mister Reilly, I am a big fan of yours. I am especially fond of the stories they tell about how. Another swish smack, this one took me by surprise as it was across my back, the sting was different and then half a dozen quick strokes across my back, smack smack smack smack smack smack, I gripped the table and biting at the gag tried to yell but it was just a muffled moan. Next he directed the strap to the insides of my legs, one dozen from the left and then one dozen from the right. I was screaming into the gag in my mouth but it did no good, I could do nothing but absorb the unrelenting . .... and down across your shoulders and collar bone, as my fingers playfully slide tickling n teasing down your sides beneath your armpits, the sides of your breasts, intentioning the nipple area but never quite making it yet.... i descend down onto my haunches.. having started at the top, i switch my attention to attacking from the other direction...simply i cant wait to explore every inch of your long sleek, slender stockinged legs, from your feet, working my way up inch by gorgeous inch.