The cab came, I got to the airport and called you, Anne."Mom said, "Call right now. Get that out of the way, then let's talk."Mary called, left a mess...age that she had gotten here safely, left the number. We took coffee into the living room. I brought the box of tissues. Mary and I took the couch, Mom sat in her favorite armchair."Anne. I can't thank..." Shut up, Mary." You too, Sandy." Mary, at Thanksgiving and since she's been home now, Anne's talked about nothing but you and the rest of your. First, I’m in charge. Second, ye submit, noquestions asked. Thing is, ye bloody well don’t keep therules. Which forces me to correct ye.’He sighed, the candour of his next words surprising me.‘It’s bollocks, Rach, when ye’re not ta chat I don’t haveanyone ta chat ta, it’s punishment for me. I hate it.’Pearce spun the car into a strip mall lot. Parking, heturned the car off and twisted to face me as he continuedto speak.‘The whole point of a submissive is giving me pleasure.Not chatting with ye. Cass responded to my newspaper ad and met with me a few weeks before school started. She was 18, brown hair/eyes, chubby, and the cutest face! She showed up for the interview dressed in yoga pants and t-shirt and when she bent over to take off her sandles, her yoga pants stretched so much they became transparent and I could see the bare flesh of her hot chubby teen bum! She was wearing thongs and all I could think about was sniffing them as we proceeded with the interview. We left it as I had a. "Right," she said leaning down to take off a slipper, "I'll pose for your pictures, all ten of them, but boy will you owe me big for this." You mean you're going to...?" I gasped as she took off her other slipper and started to open her blouse."I'm going to strip off and let you take your pictures." she grinned shrugging off her blouse, "Unless you don't want me to that is." NO! I mean, yes, I want you to, but why?" I said hurriedly as she stood up and fiddled with her skirt."I've my own.