"Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story....Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical, which was fine when something went wrong with your typewriter. Unfortunately, he thought his family shared the fascination. Ethel didn't.She returned to work after dinner. Mr. Warren, the lawyer for whom she worked, ate lunch at noon and. ***"I have something I'd like to share with the class."He heard the words come out of his throat, it felt like it would haveany other time he spoke, well, the voice was wrong, but at least henormally had control. Right now, everything felt the same, except thathis brain didn't seem to have any say in what his body was doing. Andhe suddenly realised that this was a very, very, bad thing, as heturned his back on the class and unbuttoned the jeans, lowering them tohis ankles...***She had her hand. “Oh, my God, yes!” I answered, and I could see a weight lifted off of her shoulders.Her entire demeanor then quickly changed back to where it was before.“The rest of my pussy is actually kinda small,” she purred and used her fingers to spread it open, showing me her soaking lips—she wasn't exaggerating about how wet she was, either.“Yes...” I murmured, unable to take my eyes off of it or stop myself from giving my tool a few good tugs.Char spotted me doing it while I was transfixed by her. There’s something weirdly hot about being ordered around, you know?My Mom is a total slut, and so of course there’s something about that which attracts guys who want to order her around. Probably the fact that she’ll do literally whatever they ask.Ugh. My mother is the worst. But yeah, like I said, I can sort of see the appeal. Even being given basic instructions like “hold the door” is enough to send a bit of a thrill through my body.Last week, a mall cop told me to hurry up ‘cos the store was.