”“I guess I goes in the stocks for a nice rest?” she replied.“Exactly, in the stocks for a nice rest,” I ordered, “Seize her!” She strug...gled manfully, in fact it took half a dozen to get her to submit and she still struggled even when her head and arms was firmly secured.“I suppose you’re going to whip by bare ass?” she asked as we lofted her skirts to bare her backside.“No fuck your ass my dear,” I warned, “Either you agree to come to my bed this even, or I invite, nay instruct every man jack. " That spray is affecting your mind, darling. So everything I tell you todo now, you'll keep on doing for always. So it's important that youstart to sound like a bimbo in other ways. Not smart at all. Interestedmainly in how you look, what you're wearing, and mindless crap likereality TV shows. Right?" Well, I have seen that Cashardians program, where those rich women arealways fussing at each other. I used to check it just to see their hotbodies but... but... They dress so sexy and. One of mom’s regulars was Aunt Kate. She was not my aunt, but liked me to address her that way. Kate was a relatively young widow. Her taste in clothes was rather conservative. She liked long negligees and slips and tap dance style panties. (Conservative lingerie then is now quite exotic and erotic compared to today’s unisex, cotton-dominated lingerie choices.)While k** brother was taking his morning nap and mom was cleaning the kitchen, I would go straight to Kate’s bedroom and her panty. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the sentence. Kelly appeared.She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good morning. She had that sparkle in her eyes again. The three of breakfasted together and chatted like old friends.Carl left shortly after breakfast. We shook hands."Bye, Ben..