"Oh Maestro!" Karen sobbed. "Sweet, but not enough?" he wondered. "Oh so sweet!" she told him. "But not enough!" he told her, and she knew this was...true, the Maestro knewit to be true, he could see in her eyes the need for something more. With a final tap against her clitoris he pulled out the baton and tossedit aside, then began to tantalisingly raise his kaftan, lifting it slowly,his eyes never leaving hers as he challenged her not to look down. With the discipline she was learning Karen. "Well, what should we have for din-din?" she asks.Why does she have to use words like din-din or veggies or undies?Everything has to be so cutesy."Ahhh, I d-d-don't c-care," I stutter an answer. She's already doing itto me. Turning me into a blithering idiot. A six year old enchanted byher spell. I'm trying not to gawk at her, but that's no easy task. Yousee, my mother is too beautiful to be a mother. There ought to be a lawagainst it or something. Or there should be a diagnosis for. My body was covered in sweat as I slowed to a job, listening for any sounds. Then I heard the crunchy sound of leaves from behind a tree just off the path by the small stream. I jumped when I saw the shadowy figure step out from behind. "Turn around!" The voice wasn't what I had expected,his voice was soft and kind. I paused for a split second, trying to process what was happening....what should I do if he tries to hurt me. I turned around slowly. My whole body was shaking from the cool air. Over a week's worth of growth covered everything. "I"m sorry," I said. "Had I known, I would have shaved for you." Although I was sad to have disappointed him, I was also interested to see what he would do with the situation. Would this be the excuse for a spanking?"Just take them off," he said. "Thankfully, I was prepared for this possibility. Stand there with your legs spread a little. I will get things ready."I followed his instructions, slipping of the panties and placing them with the rest.