The holidays are officially family times. Mom was an only child. We had always assumed that Dad was too, and knowing that he had once had a twin siste...r didn't really change the present. The last of our grandparents had died over five years before, so we pretty much were the family. We made the best of it. The Davises were out of town for the weekend. Tom's parents had invited them to Denver. The only good part of this was discovering that distance did not seem to make a difference when it came. Shewould also hand over a letter to Fiona to give to thehospital stating that no further action would be taken.We agreed a time and date and agreed to come to thepatient’s house.The next week passed slowly with neither of us talkingabout the forthcoming meeting and Fiona’s impendingcaning. Until that is, the day arrived. It was aSaturday, and after lunch, Fiona went to have a showerto get changed for the meeting which was to be at fouro’clock that afternoon. I told her the. Roger put his arms around me but they were of little comfort, he was crying too and the way he held me meant his face was in my breasts and it was more a case of me comforting him. We sat gingerly on the hard bed despairing of ever getting out."No need to cry Missie, I've something here that will cheer you up." I turned and saw a local man kneeling on the bed in the next cell with his prick out and offering it to me through the bars. It was fully hard and much larger than Roger's. I turned. ..!, I moaned as Ikneeled to collect them back to the case. I was a bit surprised as she didn?tkneel to help but instead just stood there and watched me work. Suddenly I feltnearly aroused... as if I was working under her command. Suddenly she saidsomething that made me stop working: -You know you could polish my boots while you are downthere.She stepped closer so that her already shining leatherboots were right infront of my face. -What?s the matter, cat got your tongue? How about ifI actually.