"Get the cream well between his bottom cheeks too," Mr. Getty said, hisvoice saying that he was there to take the responsibility should Jakedesire to ...abdicate. Mr. Getty's voice had become a bit deeper and moregravelly as he watched Jake bring his hands to Marian's bare bottom.Jake ran the lotion covered fingers over Marian's plump bottom, he knewit was Marian's, which made it even better, he was not sure of the why,he just knew the intense feeling of control, so powerful could only getmore. I was pale with scarlet-red hair and had always been curvy. That was the only thing I never envied Naomi for; my breasts were DD's while hers stopped at B's.She had invited me over to her house so that we could enjoy our first day of summer beside her backyard pool and break-in the newly bought swimsuits. Her's consisted of a blue string bikini, and mine of a green triangle bikini top and a skirt bottom. Naomi sighed and flopped the magazine down on the ground."I'm bored," she announced."What. " he explained, "Very humane." Right, what's your beef then?" I asked."You cannot hang Pedophiles by their bollocks from a lamp post." he said."Why the fuck not, what's it got to do with you anyway?" I says."I have done research and it cannot be done." he says, "The tissue is not strong enough and the bollocks tear off every time" Even when they got a hard on?" I asked."Indeed, even when wrapped securely around the root of the erect cock the bollocks or even the complete cock tears off before. It’s not in my best interest to develop a tell.A nurse brings a dress for me after lunch. I haven’t worn a dress in years. Pants or shorts are much more convenient. It’s made of finely woven hemp dyed a pale pink and scattered with flowers. It’s a garment someone might wear to a wedding, if there were such things anymore. “Where did this come from?” I ask.“Your partner brought it.” She gives me a cheerful smile. “It’s very pretty. Did you buy it for a special occasion?”“No,” I reply. “I’ve had.