”I thought for a moment. “Perhaps we could trade services, then.”“How so?”“Chris would benefit from submitting to a more experienced Domme...”There was a comfortable silence while she refilled our empty glasses. “I’m open to the idea, but are you sure about this? Giving your husband, your property, to me for a session, it’s a big step.”“I want to give him the opportunity to broaden his horizons and experience everything this lifestyle has to offer. I know he’d benefit from your knowledge.”“What. She wore a pair of murky brown jeans that didn’t belong anywhere but the back of closet or in a garbage bag. Over top, she had a purple tee that wasn’t worth much either. Cassie didn’t completely dismiss it, however, if only for the wrinkles in the middle of the shirt created by Reema’s great chest. Reema was hunched over, weighted down by her bulging Jan Sport bag. Cassie would probably have to fix her posture too. Cassie pointed to the backpack. ‘All done for the day?’ ‘I know, right?. “Mr. Carter, would you have an hour or two tonight to look at something I think you might be interested in?”“What would that be Jack, I am a busy man and can’t just go off on every gaunt a student asks me to.”“I would like to show you a project I have at my house that I think you might benefit from.” I explained.Mr. Carter considered me for a couple of seconds, “Well I can’t today, but tomorrow after school ends I suppose I could spare a few hours, but it better be worth my time Jack, or this. About mid-morning we were at the plane waiting when the ambulance arrived. I got to meet the girl for the first time as she was transferred to the plane. She was a very pretty little girl, who in spite of her weakened condition had a cheerful bubbly personality and positive attitude. Her mom and dad were so grateful that I could take them to Syracuse. In preparation we had dropped one of the seats down flat into a bed for the girl. We all got aboard and my pilots taxied out and took off. We.
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