I again covered my breasts.Diary, my son took my various standing photos. Front, back, sides, all semi naked of me. After 5 minutes he lost new ideas.... He was not professional. I felt sorry for him.My motherly instinct arises over my money. I suggested him- you are filming my panty, you are an amateur, please take my few suggestion on “Hand Bra” photography. I’ll not disappoint you. I’ll unchain your wild desires.He said- Right Ma but I want to take pictures with more panties.(Chapter: Makeup)I. Then you won't need bathroom breaks and won't be punishedfor being later than 8:30At the end of this you will find the lines you are to write 300 times.That should imbed them in your little sissy mind. They must be doneneatly on the pages I have attached to this letter. There are 9 numbered,watermarked pages. Do not try to replace any. That should be enough tofit 300 lines. The pages are to be returned to me as crisp as they arenow. They better be clean! No coffee stains, wrinkles or pen. I can't control it. I absolutely hate it. I know people think I'm weak, but that's not it. I just weep when I feel something strongly. Like now.As the tears pooled in my eyes and spilled over, I confessed my strongest fears."Russ is already in love with you, Carolyn. Don't you think this would reinforce that?" Oh, for corn sake, Dee," she scoffed."It's true," I protested, dabbing at my eyes with a napkin. "He's been in love with you for just forever." Of course he is," Bob said. "But, that. He matched the description I’d been given. Brown curly hair, dockers, and a blue shirt. His pants were definitely a size-up for extra room, a good sign.Then my hands were on his cute little ass, and he was yelping.“Yigh! Ms. Divine! I didn’t hear you come in.” He whirled to face me.“You’ll be hearing me come to your heart’s content soon enough, boy.” I said, leaning forward, letting my massive melons press him back against the machine.Nowhere to run. Poor Michael.“If, the rumors are true that.