Dale and Sandra got the first bottle of wine to try to forget about what would happen when they got back to the care home but quickly forgot that as t...hey got more and more tipsy.They had become friendly with another granny-aged lady, Mabel, who, like Dale and Sandra was sixty-eight-years-old, and who happily joined them drinking. In fact, she was the one who encouraged particularly Dale to carry on drinking after reading the email from Governess Stone. “Enjoy yourself whilst you are here, and. ”With that response he brought the tails of the flogger up sharply and connected directly to her splayed sex.SWISH!“Whose?”She whimpered, “yours Sir!”SWISH! Connecting with her wet and engorged pussy again.With a controlled scream, “Thank you Sir!”Mr. Kesler Leaned down and softly stroked Chloe’s marked skin. His loving touch made her body tremble. His hand seemed to sooth her marks. His hand went between her legs, rubbing her wet folds. She whimpered as his hands touched where his flogger had. Mindy went on. "I can't believe how stupid he was."Jen jumped in. "He is NOT stupid." Maybe, but you are always bragging about how you can get whatever youwant from him." You DO?" asked Robin."She does!" answered Mindy."Let's talk about something else," Jen said in desperation. Mindy gaveher a dirty look but didn't say anything."So, do you have a boyfriend, Robin? Mindy asked."Umm, I... no... I don't," Robin answered."You don't now? But you did? Or you haven't had any?"Robin didn't. She knew he liked her. She knew he cared for her. But, she wondered, did he care for her that way? Did he care for her enough, that way? Would he ever care for her that way? Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw her answer. Her milk chocolate face stared back at her. While she thought herself at least pleasant to look at, she knew the color issue was always going to stand between them. It was an impossible dream and the most she could hope for was to be his mistress… his colored.