" I know, and I'm sorry," he answered, acting contrite. "I don't usually bother with these things, but it would look good if I made an appearance, and..., well..." You want to show me off, don't you?" she grinned."Well, yes, I do. It's not just that though. I want them to meet the woman who makes me happy. I want them to see why I smile in the morning. I want them to meet you." Hmm, I see," she replied with lowered eyelids. "Is this formal or business?" Rob frowned at her. "Should I wear an. I'm her mother. I raised her from a baby.” She took a step towards me.“But aren't I holy?” I asked. “Didn't the Lord send me here. How can anything we do in here be a sin? I mean, does the bible say a mother can't lie with her daughter.”“Not... specifically,” she said, taking another step. “It only mentions fathers and... daughters. Mothers and... sons.”“Right, right,” I said as took another step. She was almost to me. “So this isn't wrong, right?”“Well...”“Mom?” Scarlett asked, her voice. ” I turn around in just my bra, panties and thigh highs and asked, my hand reaching for his cock, “And what would that be, sexy?” “I want you to flirt excessively with Frederick at the restaurant under the table,” he replied. “Hmmmmm,” I said. He smiled, putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me to my very regular submissive position. Without instructions, I retrieved his cock from his trousers and stroked him gently. “You are such a naughty boy whoring your mother out like this,” I. .. OO...“The cry was cut off in mid-air as the gag went into her mouth and the straps which were attached to it were buckled behind her head. The wails were at once reduced to whimpering snorts.„That’s better,“ said Madame Vesta. „Please proceed Miss Mara.“Julia’s eyes bulged wildly as she gazed upon the unbelievable scene... and heard the equally unbelievable pronouncements.„The directive is,“ said Miss Mara, „that Jennie receive ten strokes of the birch... on three alternate nights. Noreason.