But as he slid the back door open Allan saw that Tracy wasn't downstairs. Maybe, he hoped. she had gone out with a friend. Maybe he could have a few h...urs to himself and satisfy the burning in his balls that the interrupted jerk session with horny little Marcie had produced.But as he climbed the stairs he could hear his mother's voice and the words made him curious to discover what she was doing. It sounded like she was having sex. but with who? Cautiously he climbed the final five steps and. I wish to earn forgiveness."I stared at him awhile before it came to me.This had all been arranged by Iris.Iris had sent him in to me with instructions on how to behave!So now I was Madam rather than Margot; a far better understanding.But Iris had reminded me; I had to re-establish my authority over Guy. I had to make it plain who was in charge.So I looked at him with some disdain and spoke coldly to him."Very well. When you are alone with me under disapline you will call me Madam Margot." Yes. As she grew closer, she could see the finite details on it. She found what looked like a wine bottle and a crystal glass. The slip of paper told her to pour herself a glass and drink it, in calligraphic script.What they thought she was crazy, what with all the warnings posted everywhere to only drink what could be trusted, not what was offered by strangers. But then again, the sorority sisters wouldn't ever hurt her or any pledge, even if they pushed the envelope a bit with the carillon tower. As lonely as being futa can be, I couldn’t take the secrecy and lies anymore.”“You know what?” Savannah paused a moment as if digesting Maddi’s words. “I actually believe that. Why’d decide to tell me the truth?”“Because you need to know.” She leaned forward. “Madison Masters is a just a human that wanted to be less lonely, but she ended up doing something fucked up to some wonderful girls.”“Yeah.” Savannah quipped. “So your conscious got the better of you. Have these been pity lunches you’ve.