I felt a distinctly unprofessional twitch in my own pants.“Just hold it right there,” I said, adjusting the camera to get the right settings and a...ngle. I took a few pictures, and then made some final adjustments to the tripod. “I think I’ve got it, now. How about you try leaning back a bit? Good. A bit further… yeah.”Tammy followed my directions like a professional, but there was still something off. Finally, I moved around the equipment toward the bed.“Can we…?” I trailed off, examining her. Without further statement, Elliot yanked down both her pants and panties; exposing her bare bottom to the world. A protective instinct surged through him.This girl was being too trusting allowing a strange man to push her into his vehicle, bare her bottom, and spank her. The thought of her allowing another man to do something like this clawed at his possessiveness. He would not allow anyone else to possess her. Smack!His hand came down in a sharp crack against her bottom. She let out a shocked. You just have to strike her -hard, she will do the rest. I shall brief her." Strike Mary! Sir, I object - I am no woman beater."Dashwood grabbed Pearson by the throat, he drew him close -until their noses almost touched. He gazed his contempt into the vicars shocked orbits."You, William will do as you are told. No more, and certainly no less. Do not dare to fail me!" No, master. I understand master..." William coughed.Dashwood threw Pearson to the floor violently."With power comes. When you are a fugitive of justice guilt does not matter. The person around any corner in any town can end the chase. Bridget was tired of running and had settled into college in the up north in the highlands of Michigan.It was time to put some semblance of life and her coed curvy looks blended into The Midwestern campus. Bridget was getting on the charter bus to catch a flight for the tournament best known as “March Madness” to cheer for the basketball team at the semi finals. She climbed off.