"We've been practicing, haven't we?" The question was rhetorical. Theinformation was meant for me. Robin mumbled an answer, but Phyllisalready on the ...o the next topic."Denise wants to know why you're dressed up like a little girl. Wouldyou care to tell her?"The next few minutes were sheer torture for Robin. He wasn't eager toreveal his transgression, and I knew why. I didn't have any children ofmy own and was quite close to Robin. I treated him more like a favoritenephew than the child of a. He staggered up off the chair grabbing his bottle of scotch with him and went upstairs into his study. She cleaned up the mess and then made herself a bowl of chowder with crackers. The cool summer ocean breeze and warm sun had made her very sleepy. She went upstairs and ran a nice bubble bath and disrobed and sank into the relaxing warm water. It felt so good. She lay there for the longest time. She knew he was in his study doing more drinking. She thought she heard him on the phone too,. ‘God, it was just what I wanted too. Look maybe you could do it again, something different. Perhaps we could carry on?’ ‘I don’t know it wouldn’t be the same you would be expecting it.’ She drained the last of her drink and pulled her skirt right up. ‘Look stockings, I know they are your favourite,’ she said with a teasing smile. She stayed the night, we fucked, and then I took her home. Maybe I had gone too far, but what would be the point if she knew it was me from the start? Now and then I. I really hit the jackpot, didn’t I? You’re going to do any goddamn thing I say. All for the privilege of kissing and licking my fucking boots! Isn’t that right, slave?”“YES LEATHER MISTRESS BETHANY!”“That’s what I thought. And I bet there’s something you’d like to lick and kiss even more?”“Mistress?”“There’s a part of me you’d like to worship even more than my legs. Isn’t there? SAY IT SLAVE!”“Yes Mistress! Your ass Mistress!”Bethany tilted.