" Well, at last we get to the truth. What shall I do with a whore of a wife who fornicates with her own father on her wedding day?"She knew the answer...he wanted. "Discipline me, my husband. I have been unfaithful. I deserve whatever punishment you give me." Get the riding drop from that cabinet," he ordered. She silently obeyed."Now take off your clothes and get on your knees."The dress, panties and shoes quickly lay on the floor beside the quivering teenager, the expectation as devastating as. ....just a mask. How was it glowing? What was it doing in your back yard?You wanted to ask yourself these things, but as soon as you picked the thing up your arms get a mind of their own and yank the damn thing onto your face. Bits of dirt fly into your mouth from the motion and as soon as you spit them out your mouth clamps shut and the rest of your body freezes in place. The mask then squishes and melds against your face like it's made of liquid, now it feels like there's slime on your face.. I changed costumes half way through and as my mum hovered in the background she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I.He duly presented mother with a dozen or so large black and white pictures and she was over the moon, I secretly very pleased with the results and readily agreed that we would have another go one day soon. Nothing more was said for a week or two until uncle pretended to be saddened by the fact that his favourite nice had not offered to pose for some more photos, especially for. This time, the willing participant was Susan McG. And the night we had together was unforgettable. I was working at a large advertising agency in Dallas at the time. I had just been promoted to Account Supervisor, handling several major accounts into a large national jewelry store chain. I had four account executives and two assistants ae's on my team, reporting to me. In turn, I reported to our VP, Management Supervisor. We all worked together in a "pod" with two secretaries in the bullpen..