”Over the next week I did just that.I decided to check in on Helen on my way home from the airport. My mother in law is slender, about five-two, and...in her late sixties. We’d been going through a heat spell and she doesn’t have air conditioning, but I was nevertheless surprised to find Helen still in her nightie at 3:30 in the afternoon. “It’s been a lazy sort of day,” she said as she greeted me with an on-the-mouth kiss and a big hug. I could feel something stirring in my crotch area as I held. Overthinking and getting stressed out are bad for the body. So I try to not do it.” I explained, “Although, after today, I might have to do more thinking ... I mean you’re setting me up on dates. You never did this in my first life.”“Did we not get along? I mean did we always hate each other?” Chloe asked.“Yeah. You used me as a means to an end. Whether it was babysitter, cleaning, or fixing your computer.” I said.“Oh.” She said. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t be. You haven’t done it yet.” I said with a. ”Mistress Sam replied, “That sounds good.” Then she added ominously, “... but there needs to be some incentive to make sure they all give it their best.”“Hmm,” said Mistress Gloria, “that might be difficult. What is punishment for puddy tat or cynthia might be pleasure for holly or even weird worm. So it has to be something they would all hate.”“Vanity, vanity,” Mistress Tracey said slowly, “there is no greater punishment than an attack on one’s vanity.”“What are you suggesting?” asked Mistress. Thankfully she just moves them to his thighs first to caress them.Emma is biting her lip as she watches Connie’s hand move to take Donald’s cock in it. ‘NO! That is only mine to touch now,’ rings through Emma’s head. She holds her breath so not to cry out as Connie does touch it and begin to jerk it a little.Emma breaths out as she realizes that Connie is not jerking Donald in the way he likes most. Though he is starting to harden. ‘Yes, this perhaps is how I can get through this,’ Emma.