My submission total. I need my master to direct me, to guide me. I am lost without you. Forever your slave. Mary.”I wondered if it was my Mary, the ...ary he left me, who enjoyed her bondage so much. I would find out.The letter from Anna was only semi-steamy. That was because it was written by Uncle Bert in code for me to find and the steaminess was only a cover for the contents. In fact, I wondered if he wrote it steamy and then encoded, or visa versa.In my seventh summer, Uncle Bert and I. “We reckoned your wife had to be pissed off and you wouldn’t be pleading too hard for her to give you another chance. And I knew what your headlights look like.”“Luckily another Mercedes didn’t come along,” grinned Rachel, “ooops ... car!”They scampered off into the drive giggling, and I turned in after them as a car came up behind. Once it had gone by I put the lights on and watched them both wiggle their different but equally sexy asses at me, swaying up the drive in step with an arm round. One said 'I luv my Mum'and the other one said 'I luv his Mum too'.In less time than it takes to tell, the wheel was changed and after ourprofound thanks, Ronald and Derek (I kid you not) were off down theroad, in a haze of blue smoke and burning rubber.We got back in the car and were off again. I was about twenty yearsolder by now and twitching slightly. Today had not been a very normalday and would take years of intensive therapy to rectify.Finally, we arrived home. We stopped outside our. When we got there, there was one grunt, the "ugh,ugh, ughhhh!" kind of guy. I'm not sure, but I sort of had a mischievousthought and went over to him while he was trying to bench press nearly300 pounds."You know, I've never thought making those sounds made lifting anyeasier. It's really all technique." After wiping the drool off his face,as I have found my new body had that affect on people, he frowned andsaid, "What do you know about lifting? You're just a skinny girl. I'lltell you what, if.