So far, a lot ofMistress Brianna's game had been conducted at a distance, using Annaas a kind of surrogate. The fact that she had manipulatedthat.........the fact that Anna was running with the fake email that hadbeen sent into work......God, she was good, but when would she stop?She felt a couple of tears in her eyes and she quickly wiped themaway. Stupid, she thought, not even sure why she was crying. You canstop this anytime......Just tell her no. Enough. Game's over.This was a punishment, she. The one time he thought that she had pushed back against his finger. That was the one place his cock hadn’t explored, yet.Tommy turned her around and found that beautiful pussy directly in front of him. He reached up and started washing it with his bare hand. Every time he would hit her clit she would shiver as if a cold breeze had blown across her. Slowly she started to spread her legs which gave Tommy an even better view and easier access. That was it. He had to have his tongue in. If I’d ever had a son, I’d want him to be just like Joss Edmon Wayward. Come back to me one day, Son. Let me live that lost journey of mine, in the tall tales of your adventures.”Polk gave me a map of Kansas. Then he gave me a map of America too, with all the states and territories outlined and named on it. He gave me a brass pocket-watch with a flip-up cover, then he handed me another one that matched it. Or so I first thought until he told me different.“This is a compass, Joss. I’m sure you. (Let's just say 'clean') After spending two-minutes on my equally yard sale chic makeup I felt like trailer park royalty. Plus, fortunately, I have a French maid uni left from Halloween that I could now use and write off my taxes.I drove my classic muscle car, '74 Chevy Vega, through the gated community and parked next to a pristine Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. I was escorted inside stately Wayne Manor where I met the lady of the house, Mrs. Dorothy Dumont. Dressed in designer casual, she had.