"He's gay. He tells me everything, and I keep his secrets. I'll tell him I have a friend who's interested in Bobby Hunter and that we want a full repo...rt on his endowment." "Well...just don't mention my name!" I laughed. I dreamed about Bobby two more times over the weekend, and had some pretty serious masturbation fantasies even while I was awake. Mostly I dreamed about a big cock and getting pounded silly for hours. I needed to get laid badly. Monday afternoon I saw Cathy. "I spoke to my. "Oh hell." He sighed."The shorter the skirt, the longer I'll make you hold back, the harder you'll come." Oh hell." He sighed again. "I hate this. I hate wearing this; I feel silly and emasculated. But you make me so crazy; I don't even know what I'm doing anymore!" He leaned over me again and kissed me deeply. "I'm sorry, Boss. I'm sorry. I know you didn't want this, but I love you! I love you so much I can't breathe!" He kissed me again. "I'll wear this, I'll wear a dress, I'll wear a fucking. Will you agree to her terms?”First they were silent. When they tried to talk, all that came out were sobs. They had just calmed down when I showed them the inscriptions, and then they started again. No more work got done that day.Sunday morning they had calmed down and surprised me, trying to give them back. “Don’t you like them?”“We love them, Dean. That’s not the point. The point is we looked them up last night, and got a pretty accurate guess on what they would cost if we had to buy them.. He led her to the corner of the barn where a contraption that resembled a swing set was placed. It was more like 4 swings hanging from the ceiling that were placed like 4 points of a square. The seats of the swing only had small openings, not large enough to fit a person, but maybe an arm or a leg. Monique didn’t quite understand what the carjacker’s intentions were until he lifted her up. He had her place her arms and legs in each swing. She once again did as she was told and grabbed onto.