One day they were watching a documentary on Hawking which reminded them about his time travel experiment. “It’s almost June 28. We should do that!...” exclaimed Julia. “A party for time travelers?” “No.” She gave him her ‘really?’ look. “No, a party just for us. It would be a fun night in. We could decorate and drink champagne and maybe watch ‘12 Monkeys.’ You know, something we can afford to do.” Terry pushed his idea. “I like it, but we can still make it a time-traveler party. Let’s invite. He's notone of the men who I like to rule me and sweep me off my feet. I've acouple of those and they do a fine job of putting me in my place whenI've the itch that needs to be scratched that way. For the other timesthough, there's my pussyboy here.That's our play name for him. He likes to be objectified in our playand "used" both physically and sexually. That is more than fine by me! He is pliable to my desires without being some limp dishrag of a "do me"queen. That's the reason he's. ..my name is Aaron," came from the blond.The wispy beard speaks up, "call me Lee."Looking at them with amazement she says, I’m.. Nicole." Let's see that ankle, " Aaron says as he takes her leg in his hands.A spark shoots up to deep within her loins. As he rubs her calf and the feeling starts to build deep inside she decides, what the hell, when will I ever get this chance again. A sudden overwhelming feeling comes over her, she is going to be very bad!"That feels just wonderful....now. Maybe. Nevertheless, the house was in a need for a “spring cleaning”, and the whole family and all the servants worked together to make the place habitable. On occasions like this Lady Carter felt that it would not hurt her dignity to participate in the work and this applied to her husband and her children too. Within two days, all the rooms had been aired and cleaned, and the bad odours were gone. Mrs. Blacket took over the household again, and the Carters reclaimed their rooms.The old smoking room.