Please?" Mom turned on her best puppy dog eyes.Geez, that woman knows how to work me. All she has to do is use a certain inflection in her voice and f...lash those pretty brown eyes and I'll do anything."OK"She smiled again "Since you shaved, I wish you 'd use some of your dad's aftershave. Hold on, I'll go get it."Like a flash, she went out the door. She came back with a small vial in her hands. "Here, let me put it on you. This is very strong and easy to overuse. Stand still." Tipping the vial. But I won't fuck up this arrangement if you don't. Do you understand?" I nodded my head, still with tears in my eyes. "Speak up, sissy. I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" And to emphasize what she meant, I could feel the sharp sting of her palm against my cheek with each word. I finally was able to speak, but my voice sounded like a scared c***d's. "Yes." "Yes, WHAT?" Another slap. "Yes, Tracey." Another slap. "No, bitch! When we're alone, you WILL call me Mistress! You can act like we're still Daddy. Danielle closed the door again and walked back to her bed, biting her lip as she furrowed her eyebrows together. She had definitely felt him harden against her body, and he was acting slightly more…affectionate. Maybe she was just imagining things. She shrugged it off before going to sleep. She had to have been asleep for about an hour or so when she got the urge to use the bathroom. She forced herself to wake up and she walked to the bathroom, tugging on her cotton shorts along the way. She. After 70 plus years of use they were in need of some TLC. His great uncle had asked Chris to help his family out on this project. In exchange for letting him stay in one of the lodgings. Christopher was up for the challenge. He loved this kind of work. They talked about painting the insides and outsides. But Chris said that it would not make sense to do the insides as long as the roofs where not made watertight again. Years of sun, wind and rain had taken their toll on the structures. And.