Hello Karl. No, I don'tknow if we will have another group of sissies for you to experiment ontomorrow. Yes, I understand. I do, I really do. Your mind... controlresearch is important to me too. Karl, you need to talk to my secretaryDiana. She's in charge of scheduling. If you told her to get you moresissies I'm sure she did. Now calm down. Please, Karl, speak English. Ican't understand you when you carry on in Russian. Karl, Karl. Listento me. It's not like we can call up an agency and have them. An obviously posed shot.Trevor gave her a quizzical look, she nodded at the album, he turned the page. It and the next three pages taken from the rear, showed progressively the woman, his delightful mother, being beaten with that whip, hard.Uncle Oliver laying it on with gusto, red welts across back, and buttocks, legs and shoulders alike, blood running in the last of the three, till her comatose body was limp in its bonds. He looked deep into her face, a slight smile on her lips, as she turned. I’m home alone.’‘Gimme 30.’Shawn left the shuttle and found his 1983 metallic yellow Buick Regal. He disarmed the alarm, started the engine, and peeled out of the parking lot. He drove just over the speed limit down the highway to the nice cozy neighborhood where his cousin, Zandra, lived with her two sons. Apparently Zandra and her younger son were not at home leaving the 20 year-old Kenton all alone. Since Zandra’s divorce five years prior, Shawn semi stepped up as a father figure for the two. 'I love it!' he said looking into her eyes and down the front of her body and didn't care if she saw him or not. 'Oh, you're turning out to be a great cook!' he smiled giving her a wink, hoping that tonight would be one to remember.Amanda felt her face turning red as he told her what a wonderful cook she was and he was checking out her nipples. 'Thank you, Daddy, ' she smiled wondering if his cock was hard or not. From the way he was looking at her, Amanda was sure he'd be harder than ever..She.