. and I can assure you that I will demandperfect, instant obedience. You have already overstepped the mark, withthis stupid running about and all that... noise. You must be punished in amoment or two. You will only ever be punished for being naughty." Sheheld up a pair of panties, full cut and rather long, with dark coffeedecoration adding sedate prettiness to the front of each leg. "I willencourage you to do as you are told by rewarding good behaviour andpunishing resistance. You will soon see. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at fakery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool as appropriate. Belted knives and dangles, tin cones and hair pipes.We drew the eye of every male between the ages of 13 and 80.We jingled quietly as we walked.A man with a camera stepped up.“I need a picture of you two,” John Baird said. “Oh ... Hi, Karen.”“Hello, Mr. Baird ... drumming up. .. all over the world I should say, there are no sunny days ahead for you or your wife." Will you testify on my wife's behalf," he asked through his tears."That she's certifiably insane? Count on it." I hope that she doesn't find out that her father died of stroke over all of this. He was dead before they could move him out of his private box. And his wife went into hysterics and had to be sedated and hospitalized." Rick broke into deeper tears. He wondered if he stayed away that night all of. Glynn could see the rounded top moundings of his mom's big, high tits as she bent to straighten out her stockings. Damn, he thought; a guy could lose himself between those fine, firm boobs, and for the first time, let his mind run free with the images that he'd so often crowded into the far corners of his head.Man, oh man! A couple of years ago, his mother had brushed those tits against him, and he'd felt the burning of those heavy nipples right through the thin robe she had been wearing. He.