I felt my fingers moving, as I lay back, massaging myself. I felt him nuzzle my ear… His hands embracing my shoulders, squeezing them, and then runn...ing down my sides. He continued embracing my thighs next… Ohhh! I began to shake. To me, it was like a brief body hug. I continued to shake as I caressed myself down there. Mmmmm… Warm, moist. I stuck my fingers into my now wet hole. Pulling them out, and then slowly drawing them apart, I smiled and hurried to my bedroom and my toothbrush. It was. Her fingers are moving a little more efficiently now.“Good!” I say, watching her teats harden a little more. “Is there anything else you’d like?”She’s rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs, the colour deepening. Her eyes are pregnant with words, but her lips remain closed.“I’d love to tease those nipples with my tongue,” I say.Pet smiles, fingers sliding over her breasts.I decide to up the ante. “Let me tell you straight, Pet. I think you’re one hell of a fuckable woman.”She’s crimson. When he finished the dishes Sarah told him to go put on the dressshe had laid out on the bed. He went in and saw a black dress withwhite daisies printed on it. It had a full skirt and he saw she hadput the black heels out. He thought about switching to the lowerheeled white ones, then decided he didn't want to anger Sarah andspend more time in the bag. He applied lipstick and went to seewhere they were going. Sarah drove until two miles away she pulled into the Country HairSalon. They went. Shelby had mostly taken care of Jennifer and we had hidden her gifts that were not wrapped in our bedroom closet under sheets. Shelby had made a rule that Jennifer could not enter our room without permission and if the door was shut, she had to knock. The other rule that I had implemented was that Jennifer had to speak to adults respectfully. From now on all women were ma’am and men were sir. It took a while, but it was finally almost routine for her. She did not have to call me sir, she called.