. have fun with your friends," her mom conceded feigning annoyance.Becky put down the tea towel, kissed her mother on the cheek and scampered out the ...door without a word.Maryann touched her cheek where her daughter's lips had just been. She couldn't figure out why that kiss had been different than the hundreds that had come before it.The underwear was the same—it was all the same—but she changed the dress she'd been working in for a newer sack style frock. Checking in the mirror was not so much. My Mother hardly ever disciplined me as a c***d; it all came from my Father. Because I rarely saw my Father and because discipline came from him I associated more with my father than my Mother. My Father was very strict when I was young, but as I became older he was very lenient . I think this up bringing was a also a cause of my Dominant behaviour.Factors one and two are only theories; I know factor three was a definite cause in my dominant behaviour.C) PsychologicalMy metal state caused from. George lower the rim of the bra to expose the swollen nipple and start to pinch it mercilessly,he turn Andrea to give me a good view of how is now abusing the sensitive nipple.I can perfectly see how George is twisting and pulling the young and delicate nipple,rolling and squeezing it relentlessly.I can not believe how my lovely wife let him abuse her beautiful warm breast.George call me to stand next to them then pull the pink nipple as hard as he can with his left thumb and index then ,while. Wendy returns with the drinks in hand."Can't you at least try to have fun?" she asks me."No. Not really." C'mon, Tess, look, why don't you go sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you'd like for Christmas?"I look over at Mr "sexy" Santa. He has the girl on his lap giggling away like we're in high school."Yeah, I don't think so, Wendy." No. C'mon it'll be fun!"I highly doubt it, but she begins dragging me towards him anyway. I down my drink before we get there and place the glass on a near-by.