My cousin George, a man I had deep respect for. He was grandpa Nathaniel’s eldest grandson, quite a bit older than me. In fact, when I was a young m...an, he’d been my mentor. I’d fallen asleep many nights on his broad chest, wrapped up in his strong arms. The chest I’d snored on was mostly gray hair now, which I found even sexier.As he entered the room, his sweet blue eyes caught mine and he waved. Then he saw who I was sitting with, and he beelined towards us.We stood up to greet him; he wrapped. So do you. Even if youare not quite a girl. Close enough for humiliation." Marie, do you have the tomato soup ready?" Yes, mother, just about a half cup of warm tomato soup in thisturkey baster, as you instructed." Good girl. Please insert the turkey baster in his pussy and I willhave the first tampon ready to be inserted."Mother showed me the tampon. She opened the paper sheaf and showedme the plastic rounded tipped applicator. As she was showing me thisnew instrument of torture, I felt a warm. A look of shock on her face at first, the she suddenly smiles seeing him getting into the tub and handing her a glass of wine. Quincy and Paige both sip their glasses of wine while they listen to the rain as it starts again. Quincy removes the glass from Paige’s hand and directs her to sit between his legs. He takes the sponge and begins to wash her, taking his lips and kissing her lightly. Paige relaxes more in-between his legs and arms. Soon Quincy puts down the sponge and begins kissing her. "They're ready." he told her. She nodded and followed him out. He triggered her into trance and talked her through a deepening exercise on the way back to the hotel. "Now, open your eyes," he said, "but remain in your deep, relaxed trance." Her eyes opened. "Good girl. Now come up to the room with me." Yes, Master." she responded. He helped her down from the truck and led her to the room. He'd never told her to call him Master, she'd just started sometime after their first four-way with Hsu and.