She was a short woman, even being twenty years younger than her, I towered above her. She had a body that spoke of her youth, labored by the birthing ...of two children within a span of three years. Reddish-brown hair fell short just above her shoulders, green eyes tinted with a hue of blue, and smile that radiated the warmth within a room. She rarely wore makeup; she didn't need it, for it was her natural beauty she quite clearly cherished above all else.The morning, after we arrived at the. Some had thought that the new way stamped the authority of the Centre on the girls more quickly, others that the old way got the girls used to taking orders sooner. There had been a lot of argument about the change. It hadn't made any difference, as it turned out, and this way was certainly quicker.Madeleine and Celia were laying on the tattered remnants of their clothes, their dresses sliced through from hem to neck, bras and panties cut away as well. Madeleine, her knees and ankles still. I watched as he continued to sniff my panties. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and started stroking. I needed him now. Instead of making this a two step process as you suggested, I decided to make it one. My desire for him overwhelmed me. That beautiful cock on my beautiful son turned me to jello." I opened the door. Startled, he stopped stroking, but he didn't let go. I walked up to him and wrapped my fingers around the hand that held his cock. Together, my hand on his, resumed his. Master Eric had just come home in the early morning hours and headed up to the master suite to look in on her. His trip had went well and he had with him many lovely things for her. Beautiful evening gowns in exquisite colors. Lace negligees and satin slippers. Hats with black veils. Corsets of velvet and lace. Black sheer stockings and frilly garters to hold them up and the most beautiful item, a white wedding gown and veil. The gown had an empire waist and long lace sleeves that flared out at.