What would they have this week?Michelle certainly wasn't as Jobeth, whose recent purchase for her slaveboy, the real estate mogul Horbake McKeldin had... been a trained cock-fighting rooster. "It's wonderful, darling...I put Horny's penis through this plank-box, and the cock-fighting rooster pecked it bloody. Not as good as the Tortucube, of course, Michelle...It's filled with wonderful pins, my dear, and after you lock the Tortucube onto Horny's wee-wee and balls, and press the electric button on. "What fresh hell is this?" he wonders.Elizabeth is reading a book in the living room. She also wears ear plugs because a storm has begun and the sound of rain battering the house was distracting. She still hears the doorbell and gets up to answer. She opens the door and again finds Craig. He stands alone in the pouring rain and looks to have been weeping."Craig? What's wrong? What are you doing here so late?" She pulls him inside and he drips everywhere. "You're soaking wet you poor thing." My. He slowly started moving his fingers on my stomach over my t shirt. I was feeling horny like hell. But we didn’t utter a word to each other. His left hand moved to my thigh and was feeling it all over my skirt. I pressed myself to him more. His lips started slowly nibbling at the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes a bit and rested my head on his shoulder. His fingers started creeping under my tshirt. . His right hand moved up under my t shirt and squeezed my small tits over my bra. And his left. " Well you were pretty preoccupied that morning..." Wesley never mentioned it either, now I know that he definitely would notice." Beverly said, recalling her son's sometimes lustful looks at the counselor."Well ... Wesley and I said our goodbyes the night before..." Troi said softly."The night before ... You mean you and Wesley..." It was sort of a goodbye gift. It didn't begin that way, but when he tried, it seemed so important to him. I hope you're not upset."Beverly paused for a moment,.