"The son shuddered at Reshawn's comment. The image of Reshawn and his mom, stripped down and sweaty, getting intimate, was too much for him."Son, why ...are you being so rude to our guest?" Esther barked at the boy."Mom, he's a bully and I don't want him here."Esther stood up and smacked her son upside the head."He's a bully? Well what did he do to you?"Reshawn sat smiling at the end of one table, feeling his loins stir at the fiery hot mom in motion."Mom, I don't want to say."Smack!"You don't. Iquickly put on minimal makeup, light foundation, some eye liner andlipstick. I do my best to get as pretty as possible but my mind isoccupied. I wonder if I the person Master has sent is somebody I've metbefore. Maybe it's Kevin, he's so nice. He knows where the key to mychastity cage is and he enjoys letting me out as much as I enjoy himdoing it.I have no time to choose footwear before I hear the door open, I quicklywalk into the living room, unsure of where to stand. I briefly imaginewhat. I felt my heart jump when I saw that smile."Hi, Lily. My name is Sara. Is it ok with you that I come in?" I guess. How old are you? I'm almost five years old!" I'm twenty-three, a year older than your daddy."I could see that Sara was doing calculations inside her head but she didn't say anything. But Lily seemed to have a mission."Good, then you are not too old for daddy. Mrs. Fraser would be nice, but she's too old, and she's already married."I guess my jaw dropped, but Sara just started. Actually, if I wasto call her that, I feel quite confident that my anatomy would suffer ifnot diminish because she had taken to the idea of having me call her MissTess. Mrs Redman had given her near carte blanche over my domain (exceptwhere it might interfere with my 'working' assignments) and Miss Julie,with marginally similar status to Miss Tess, was in no position to argue.So, following her unspoken gesture to enter, I stepped forward over thethreshold and Miss Tess groped my crotch through.