"Please feel free to call me Gloria," she said. "Very well, if you don't mind," I replied. We chatted for quite some time about our backgrounds, and I...learned she had been a widow for f******n years, with a married daughter who lived in British Columbia. Gloria had been an accountant, and got to know my aunt from doing her books. She was shocked when I told her that Lorene - technically - was not my aunt, nor a blood relative. "She has told me how much it means to have you here to help her with. My cheeks pinken as he starts to put various pieces on me a tight fitting collar is clipped on first,then a blindfold is secured over my mask,my breathing quickens a little as his hands slide down the front of my dress and nipple clamps are attached,after a brief pause where he rubs my left hip to keep me calm he attaches a short hobble heeding my movement and making me entirely reliant on my handler.With a snap of a leash connecting to my borrowed collar he leads me presumably back to the. The price is published on the stock exchange. The values in this file are based on the share price at the end of trading this past Tuesday but if you recompiled the figures today, the values would be different. In fact, I think most of them would have gone up—it’s been a good week.” He smiled.“But, because Liddington-Phipps is privately owned it’s difficult to put a value on the shares. The company as a whole has a value as stated on their balance sheet, what they call the Book Price, and. " I knew Connie's parents had been swingers before they called it swinging. "She made a lot of sense and probably kept me from doing something really stupid with my kids." I nodded and she went on. "They were grown ups sexually, but still kids, you know? I mean, Misty was not even eighteen then, and Donnie was only fifteen when I walked in on them." She sighed."So you didn't go home and ground then for life?"She giggled. "No, and I didn't send Misty to a convent, either." So they got off.