? She seemed a bitsurprised that I had accepted everything she had said so readily.? Obviously, she wasn?t aware of just how lowmy self-esteem was.? I... had let peoplewalk all over me throughout my life and it was a real effort for me to stand upto someone.? Obeying was a loteasier.? I continued to rub the soles ofher feet obediently as she carried on with her demands. ?Good boy.?I can see that this arrangement is going to really work out for the bothof us.? I receive the treatment I deserveand. Some drops of my cream leaked past my silky pubic hair and dribbled down my thighs.“Of course not, Mommy.” Tonya sounded like such a little girl. Much younger than her seventeen years.“Then you won’t mind if I take a look beneath your panties,” I purred while Mrs. Alberts knelt down, pulling her rump from my hands.I had to follow.“Well...” Tonya moaned. “I mean ... You don’t have to do that. Don’t you trust me, Mommy?”“I don’t trust horny boys like that Seth,” I said, my pussy growing hotter. “Oh, the irony,” he said. “Look who’s talking about jumping to conclusions. It would be hilarious if it weren’t so God damned sad.”Something in Jenny snapped.“OK, I get it,” she hissed. “I’m a miserable fucking human being. I confess. I fucked up. I did something extremely stupid--a bunch of things really stupid--and I’ve regretted it since about two minutes after I did them. But every time I’d try to do something about them you’d throw the last stupid thing I did back in my face. I hurt you. I. I don’t know which tribe traded it, as I was not involved in the trading arrangements. The people who made clothes brought the thread to me for weaving, and my father had the same situation. It was brought to him by someone else who had made the fibres into thread by spinning it together.”Numa waved her hand in dismissal. “If it can be traded for, then we will trade for it. Next question: Can you train others to weave?”“The basics are fairly simple, but repetitive, so yes if the learner is.