I was good-looking in that clean, suburban fashion: Blonde, curly hair (with the aid of my hairdresser), a fine figure formed in the gym and without m...uch damage from a childbirth; always a kind smile on my face, be it in church or in school. Happily married to my high school sweetheart, the moment we both had finished our college educations. Oh, boy, was I in love. He was such a sweet, handsome, and romantic boy. Whenever I saw him I turned into jelly and bubbles, and all I wanted was to kiss. You haven't experienced the alternative to be able to make a fair judgement. Tomorrow I'll give you a day of respite and let mother care for you but after that you will be in my tender mercy again until you tell mother what I want. I'm afraid you are going to stay as Emma regardless of what you want. Your only real choice is in regard to how unpleasantly."He then stuck a dummy in my mouth so I couldn't respond and said "suck on it Emma it used to make me feel good and helped me think. Think. She had a blanket in her backpack that we lay down on the cool sand and stripped our clothes off down to our suits. I couldn’t help but watch Jacqui removing her pants and blouse in awe, down to her tiny bikini that I hadn’t seen before. She laid down on the blanket and asked me to join her. I laid down with her and kissed her, caressing her soft skin with my hands. Our tongues explored each other and every time I kissed her, I was amazed at her soft lips on mine. I held her face in my hands as. To that extent she’d learned to tone down everything, from the makeup to the clothing. Not that it was that difficult for her to, it wasn’t until working on tv that she’d really gotten into dressing up. Not that she didn’t appreciate a nice pair of jeans, taking a moment to look at her rear and smile, every girl should have a pair of jeans that made her ass look good. Hands were washed, the soap had a lavender scent to it, nice touch she thought. Gail went back to the waiting area and settled.