. of course, your mother caught me staring numerous times at the girl’s beautiful rack, so I got an earful afterward. I tried joking. “Tit’s for... Tat, not me!” I laughed, but she was still miffed. Lucky for me, she offered samples of her ample goods later that night for intimate comparison ... hubba ... hubba.”“You lucky dog!” I exclaimed.“Yeah, that night was REALLY wonderful ... Then the next morning, after a little more play time and a late breakfast, we headed back to the beach and ended up. Of course I always use contraceptives rigorouslybut intercourse is now never allowed at all. I am the mistress. Myclients are there to obey me. If I let them fuck me it would destroythat relationship. I don't give blowjobs either. I'm still in two mindsas to whether I should let them please me.I have no clients in the afternoon so after lunch I take care ofpersonal stuff, check some of my investments and then on a whim I callup my tailor and meet with her to discuss some new styles and. Where was I? Oh yes. I was looking at Fern's legs. I have beentelling everyone's story recently. I must get Fern to sit down andtell you hers. I won't let her put it on the internet or it will haveall those moving pictures blowing kisses at you - as happened whenshe showed me the webby she wanted to do for me. It's not a webby.What is it? Oh dear. I'm sure one of you will write in and tell me.Ferns legs were, as ever, encased in sheer, seamed, lace-toppedstockings - white this time. Today she. She still remembered saying that one word during the Thanksgiving dinner, and it had been right after they had prayed too. She wasn't religious of course but she respected their devotion. They were nice people even if a little fanatical at times. They always treated her with respect even after she let that word slip and dressed in ways they thought too immodest. At Christmas she had watched what she was saying more closely and they all had a good time. It had been a little disappointing when it.