" Justin stood up and walked over to where his Dad was standing.Facing the mirrors that covered one wall. "Horse stance, middle frontpunch, one-two,... one-two...." Soon Justin lost himself in the movements,punching and kicking the events of the day seemed to drain away.While he was showering his Dad put a couple of steaks on the grill andstarted dinner. "So how was your first day?" Not bad, the classes seem like they'll be easier than I thought.Luckily there really wasn't much yet since it. " My Master stared into my eyes and I was afraid to turn away."I'm sorry." I took a ragged breath and nodded quickly. "Master, I'm sorry." After dinner you'll tell Mercy I want you strapped, a dozen licks," he said. "You get me before she does it." M-Master?" I want to watch," he told me, and I looked down at that.He'd had me strapped before from time to time, if I'd been foolish, or most often Mercy would decide when I needed it. Mr. Reiser had never watched though, so far as I knew. It made. “She's a handful, isn't she?”“You have no idea,” my brother said, a grin on his face, his blue eyes staring at the doctor.“You love it,” I said, winking at him. I turned back to my OB/GYN. “It makes him so hard, doctor.”Dr. Wilson shook her head. She shifted around, breasts stretching her dress. It looked like a nursing dress, the type that could be opened up. She had her baby back in July. Her son's baby. It was why we were using her. Mom's paralegal recommended a doctor who understood while a. What a foreign concept to her now. She wondered about the people she left behind – what were they thinking? Were they looking for her? She thought about her husband, would he use his money and influence to try to find her? She hadn’t been that good a wife to him. Actually she hadn’t been much of a wife at all, more like a overindulged, spoiled child. She thought about the people at the magazine company. She was sorry now that she had been such a royal bitch to them. It was a pretty sure bet.