I was sure that this was the last straw and that i would do anything toget myself out of this mess. i was going to tell me wife abouteverything. She...d be mad as hell, but at least i wouldn't be beingblackmailed like i was now.When i got home i had a message on my phone machine. It was fromMistress Sandy instructing me to come over wearing my new bra and a pairof panties that matched the closest. She instructed me to shave my legsand "make myself pretty for Her." What if my Wife had gotten. I'm sure Yusa was wondering why we sat there silently for so long, but so be it.After I finished the summary, Kara grimaced slightly and responded mentally. "I had a pretty young boy ... sorry, I mean a young pretty-boy ... waiting for me in my room. He described himself as my guide, and I cut him off and told him to come back in the morning." She mentally and physically shrugged. "I was in a hurry."Silently, I asked about other 'presents', and Alpha reassured me that we were the only two with. .. you must be really tired." I slowly walked over to him, biting my bottom lip and rolling my fingers along the wooden table. He said nervously, "Christy... what... what are you doing?" I walked quicker towards him and lent in for a kiss, but at the last minute I turned down and lightly bit his neck. I whispered, "What do you want?" He replied, "I just came for your Dad's work receipts." I stopped suddenly, "Take them to him then, don't keep him waiting." He looked at me very disappointed. Two years younger than her cousin, Julie was more statuesque than Diane, her breasts more prominent. On the other hand, Diane’s face was perhaps more expressive, her smile more friendly and warm. Julie’s hips were full and round, but Diane’s legs were a bit longer, more shapely. They were like any cousins, alike in many ways but different as well. The rain peppered the shingle roof of the gazebo. Thunder crashed around us, and every few seconds the scene was brilliantly lit by a bolt of.