It was his job to predict a company's future in terms of revenue growth, data which was then used by others to predict stock prices. Further, Brian sp...ecialized in longer-term predictions of over 5 years. It was something he was uncommonly good at it.Once, as a finance intern in a large manufacturing firm with nothing better to do, Brian started drawing diagrams of his department, connected with arrows and lines to show how everyone worked together, who influenced who, and so on. Eventually he. .ooooh look at you with all your tats...n oooh love the jewelry...clit ring....aren't you the secret sly one...eh?.. " She started the hot water running and joined Lesley in the communal shower. "When did you get these then..." She asked, running her finger up the base of Lesley's back over her Chinese markings..."Oh...just last week...in town" she said, hoping her work friend didn't notice her bleary eyes. "Oh...I like them."Lesley waited for the question everybody asked....'what to they. "Now show me your cock." He stood next to the bed, his manhood at eye-level and perfectly rigid.“I think you’d better go and ice that down so we can put you back in your cage, pet, don’t you think?”“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered and proceeded out the bedroom towards the kitchen. She again smiled as she surveyed his bum, deeper red now but still looking chastised. Several minutes passed and he returned by a nearly flaccid tool covered in a bag of ice.“Good boy, now come here and let’s get that cage. I think you’ll like him.”I thanked her, and put the card away without giving it much thought. I continued going to Clarissa each week for several more months, enjoying each session more than the last one. One day when I called to schedule my weekly massage, the receptionist told me that Clarissa was on vacation.She said, “I’m sorry, Sophie, but Clarissa is on vacation, so won’t be available for your session this week.” I remembered the card Clarissa had given me several months earlier, so I.