I haven't tried to get one but I think you have to be 16 or something like that. I'm only 14." Ah. That explains a lot. I used to have a nice daughter...named Dorothy but she was cloned and produced a girl who I'm beginning to suspect is turning into a pedophile. So, be warned, young man." They heard footsteps and looked up."Hi, Edward. I see that my father was doing his best to keep you entertained while I finished dressing. Are you ready to go?"Now, I remembered her. Short blond hair, blue. Dawson. She was pleasantly surprised to see the landscapers saying, “Oh wow, Paige. You’re lucky. You are getting some fine pieces of meat tonight.” She winked and smiled at the landscapers as she said it. Doug and Mr. Ryan were equally happy when Anthony had filled them in about where they were going. Ms. Dawson did not disappoint. From the shadows, where she was naked and calmly masturbating, she said, “Anthony, take off her panties and give them to me.” Anthony did. Pam bowed her head slightly to the woman."I am so glad you made it kitten. I see you still have your collar. And just who is this handsome guy with you?" Hello, Mistress. Yes, we made it, and yes, I kept the collar to honor our time together. And this is my husband Gerry. Gerry, this is my former Mistress, Candace." Nice to meet you, Gerry." Nice to meet you, Candace. I have heard a bit about you from Pam; all good of course." Well, welcome to Kinky Kamp. I am sure we will be seeing more of. She could have made it easy for him, she knew what he was after. But why make it easy? She liked to see them squirm. The man turned his back slightly and rummaged into the inside pocket of his coat. Turning back, he handed her a small fold of notes. She carefully counted the money, she didn't care that he saw. She'd been stiffed too many times to give a shit about his feelings. Satisfied, she rolled to notes up and slipped them into her all too small panties. His legs began to tremble with.