It helped to keep things organized and I was terrible with names when all was said and done.Martha and Clementine’s daddy gifted me his thick black ...leather belt with the instructions that both girls needed to be “strapped” every night just to remind them of their vow of obedience. I thought that sounded a bit harsh, but in all honesty, my Clementine was one of those females that quite enjoyed having her hindquarters reddened whenever she got down on all fours and assumed the position she liked. Having to sit through hours and hours of boring family stuff, hours and hours of anally unfulfilling tedium - ugh! If only I could steal away and play with Simone at least a little bit, but she says she's got all kinds of family obligations all day long. Fuck! What am I going to do?Still rubbing the last of the wetness out of her hair and muttering to herself about the unfairness of being slighted by her "so-called best friend," she walked out of her adjoining bathroom and into her. Wearing only that skimpy light blue robe, and red fluffy slippers. She eyed me up and down, then gave me a little grin. It didn’t even register to me that I had morning wood, in plain view. She lightly brushed up against me on her way to the coffee maker, turning it on. She then turned to look at me. I was leaning against the counter, just trying to hide my hangover. Oblivious to my morning wood bulging in my boxers.Mrs. T walked over, and rubbed my cock through my boxers. She then took a hold. I have cancer, my love, and I won’t be around much longer. So I must now tell you what the Institute have agreed. I hope that you, if ever you wake up, will be happy with the choice I have made for you.“Remember how you used to say that if the Institute for Sexual Medicine ever found a way of giving you a cock of your own, you’d take it? Well, the science is still in its infancy. But it may mature in the next few decades, and the Institute have agreed to fund your ongoing cryogenic stasis in.