" Rebecca was sitting on the edge of her desk, leaning forward with her hands clasped around her knees. George could hardly avoid the view she present...ed of her cleavage."I'm sure that will help a lot," George said, trying to maintain a calm tone."Oh yes, and of course if I show the right aptitude she says I could learn to be one of her therapists too. Do you think I might be good at that?"George spluttered at the girl's matter-of-fact manner. "Well, Rebecca, I'm not sure I can really judge," he. "Seeing you like that always makes me horny!" The two love playing with each other if they have no one else to play with."Oh! New panties? They are pretty. Special Ernest panties are they?" "Might be!" She laughs. They look up and realise that Ernest is heading towards them. they frantically straighten themselves up. He looks sadder than he did earlier."Are you alright, Ernest?" Anna asks all concerned. "Yeah I am fine thanks." He replies unconvincingly."Woman trouble?" Laura asks. Laura is the. Martine would hold her shivering husband in her arms and comfort him with soothing coos and soft sounds of endearment. Then in a very detailed manner Martine would begin her “story”. This was the part of the “training” that Apolline (Jean’s original Mistress) had referred to as “story time” and it was one of Jean’s favorite parts of the ritual and essential to successful humiliation and total submission. Her face radiant the glowing young wife would recount for her husband blow-by-blow,. She pulled, and it tightened.She held him with the measuring tape around the fullest part of his breasts. She pulled it again, slightly, like a leash, encouraging a dog to come. It tightened, squeezing, and he drew breath a little. Stepped towards her to keep his balance. He looked up at her, towering over him.“What size bra were you when you were a boy, hmm? 38A? 40B? I don’t know why men don’t wear a bra in public more. They’re essential, don’t you think?”He was stunned. A silence stretched.