My kinda woman!“I’m sorry, Christine, did you say?” I asked her her name again.When in front of a woman like this, a guy’s auditory senses and... short-term memory seem to be rendered virtually useless, especially when I was, only moments ago, deeply engrossed in some class A porn!“Yes, that’s right, Christine. But my friends just call me Chrissie,” she said.“All right then Chrissie, and you can call me John. It’s nice to meet you,” I said.“It’s nice to meet you too, John,” she said, her eyes. ”“Can I come too?”“You bet and you too, Penny, if you’re still with us.”“Really?”“Yes! Really, really!”“Oh my!” She looked down in confusion and then looked up biting her lip and with a hint of tears in her eyes. She was incapable of speech, just overwhelmed by Peter’s kindness. She could no more than nod.Peter smiled warmly at her. “Good!” he said gently.Despite that emotional hiatus Penny did eat the third roll that Caroline had provided for her.Penny was adamant that she was going to clear. Yes, it had to be admitted, pleasure. I could not look my daughter in the face as she towered above me, and in my shame I twisted my head away to the side.‘Get rid of her fucking panties, you lazy bitch!’ she snapped curtly at Katrina, who again hastened to comply with her mistress’s commands – and I realised now where the chain of authority in my household really lay. In a moment, despite my futile kicks, my panties were yanked down to my knees, stripped over my ankles and tossed aside.Chloe’s. Doug asked where we were going; I told him I had a stop to make. I still had some time to relax before they finished the financing. Doug was dealing with the loss of his parents and I was going to try to help as much as I could. He'd gone through the shock of finding out his parents were gone. Denial had run its course along with pain and guilt. Being without parents or siblings and then having the business snatched away had brought out feelings of anger and "why me?"He was now just lonely and.