” Tommy said from the other side of the door.Robert grinned at his mother. “We’re gonna do that to your tits.” He bid Tommy to enter.“Wow, I...’ve never seen her face so red!” The younger boy exclaimed after shutting the door behind him.The older boy showed off his red hands. “Slapping our bitch is really fun, Tommy.” He struck his mother’s bra, to demonstrate.“Owww! I’m doing what you said.” She’d nearly finished unhooking the sturdy item, but Robert’s slap pulled the fastener out of her hands.. People in Chicago had wanted her to make the family home a museum but she would not hear of it. It had served the family and she didn't want strangers traipsing through it. Now she was amused by the extent to which the land sale had added to the family fortune, now greater than $200 million.The reason the money bothered her was she had no one to leave it to. Her lawyers advised her to establish a charitable foundation and name it as her beneficiary. She considered the idea but didn't like it.. As the music started, we with many others in the Club started to move & dance, it was all good fun, I took my 2 slaves over to the spanking benches & warmed up their butts as well as giving them both a good pussy spanking as well, which had them very wet, Sex in the Club is not permitted, so there was none of that, however by the time the main group were ready to start their Performance, we were back for more dancing.Now this group were all females, & looked like they all fitted in very well. “I’m Elena by the way.” Her hands were warm and friendly.“Sean.” I picked a nice, neutral name.The bell rang and we got up and filed into the theater. She gave me a smile and disappeared in the top tier.I watched the Seattle College Theater Group butcher ‘Troilus and Cressida’ on stage. I had acted in and directed many adaptations of Shakespeare’s least liked work because its nihilistic themes resonated with me. It was a relief when it finally ended and the audience felt the same, judging by.