. concentrating...!"Ah, well", she said, brushing herself down. "I suppose I shouldn't trythat one out too much, unless I want you to bitch about it a...ll day!" I'dpoured all my energy into letting go, and she hadn't even noticed. I feltmy nervousness increase -- I was totally at her mercy.She brushed herself down again, my own hands moving down my chest andflat stomach. She made me look down, eyes lingering on the lumps thatwere making my shirt stick out. I felt myself bounce on my toes a. She could feel the strength in my hands and arms and feel the heat from my body but she couldn't quite accept what was happening. "I strongly suggest you keep quiet," I said, my voice a deep, low whisper. "I don't want to hurt you."She felt a thrill of horror and she automatically tried to push me away, but I quickly yanked the top of her coat halfway down her arms, efficiently trapping her in her own garment. The strength and expertise of my moves instinctively told her she was dealing with a. It had to be handled with both firmness and gentleness. To have compassion, yet still be the Master, can be like a walk on a tightrope sometimes.If you've followed the story this far, you probably already have it figured out.We'll see if you're right, hmm?After the girls got home from school and everything had settled down into just a quiet conversation, I let them in on my plans.They all agreed that it was time that it happened.In fact, Amy's exact words were, "Well fuck, It's about time!"Of. While I was recording, she turned towards me suddenly. I got down quickly. My heart was pounding very fast. I donno what gonna happen next. I thought she will tell my parents (we leave together) and I thought I am gonna die or thrown out of the house. But she didnt do anything. We merely look into each other after that incident, though I could sense she is worried about the video I took. We didnt talk much also. But after a few days we started to talk normally. She used to watch serial in my.