The gesture wasn’t firm enough to scratch her skin visibly but rather, his mark claimed her for his own. There it was, each letter carefully scribed... James M. Hook, as indelibly burned into in Tink’s mind heart and soul as it was invisible on the creamy smoothness of her thigh. Tink found herself wishing that he’d branded it there for all to see but for now, he knew and most importantly she knew and that was enough for her. For now. Hook altered his tack smartly and angled Tink’s arm so that. She hadn’t felt the cold so close to his back, but now she was glad to see a source of heat.The shelter had it’s back wall to the road and was surrounded by woods that fell off the top of the ridge where they were. He came to her, slowly put both hands on either side of her face and began kissing her forehead, eyes, nose, lips and chin in small little pecks that just turned her sexual thermostat up further. Without a word, after he had teased her in this manner for about ten minutes, while she. Walking down thestairs in those heels was a big challenge. Stepping onto the hard floorat the bottom causes the tell-tale click-clack of heels on a hard surfaceto ring out. We take a few steps towards the living room door beforepausing. "John's in here," she says softly. "What?" I turn to runupstairs as my heart starts pounding. "Wait," she tells me, grabbing myarm. "Trust me." She pauses again to give me a stern look before saying"you're going to go in there, kneel down in front of him, and. She pulls backthe strap and hesitates. Miss Edwards asks “What’s wrong.” Joancomplains that it’s not fair to have to take 37 more. MissEdwards offers to finish giving the swats to Mary if she does notwish to. Of course, Mary will still swat Joan. Joan ponders herpredicament and instead decides to extend a gambit to Mary.Instead of striking with full force, she gently taps Mary’sbottom with the strap.Mary looks back at Joan with confusion..