"I don't want to do this alone." Oh, all right," she said. "Big baby," she added.He pulled her to face him, taking her other hand. He let his eyes sli...e from her face to her bosom, which rose and fell as she breathed deeply."I wouldn't mind being a baby if you were my mommy," he said.When she got home from work Friday afternoon, Claire called Chad."What does a chaperone wear to a high school dance?" she asked."Something sexy," he said, immediately."I'm serious," she chided."So am I," he. I put on the arm and ankle leather cuffs and snug them up nice. Now in my outfit I decided to go downstairs and start cleaning up. You see she left me a list of chores to do as her sub and I always make sure to get my chores done as the reward is always worth it.I go down stairs and put on a bit of music and turn it up nice and loud so I can clean. I start in the living room where I dust, straighten up and vacuum. I then go into the kitchen and load up the dishwasher and clean off the table, I. 'Look, the bitch likes it!' shouted Roger. 'You want more? Does the bitch want more?'. She slipped his fingers inside her again – she didn't know how many. Two? Three? - and he started spreading them. She felt uncomfortable at first, then it started to hurt. She moaned.'She wants more!'Now both men were behind her and she was terrified she couldn't see them. She felt that saliva is dripping from her open mouth – she felt like an animal, like a thing that cannot control its own body, a thing. He was a former Ukrainian military man of 63 years with a close-cropped thatch of gray hair. Clara’s majordomo was polishing his rimless glasses when Clara burst into the dressing room.“Oh Georg!” Clara wasn’t a sobby, crying mess; she’d sobered up. Now she was angry. She was nearly calm, which Georg knew disguised her fear and displeasure. She was venting at Georg, but she was really upset at Antonin. “I just know something awful has happened. Where is he? How can he do this ... AGAIN?”Georg.