She'd have to show us before we could look inside.It was a mystery easily solved. As soon as we left the cave I could see a roll-up steel door on the ...ther side of the smokehouse. It let us into a cave I knew hadn't been there before. Rose operated the door with a remote control and as soon as we were all inside she closed it behind us.It was one hell of a garage, probably a hundred yards by a hundred yards. My new truck, which looked a little like the one I'd crashed to get here, was parked. Returning he was just in time to see Vivienne grip the rings of her trapeze and swing lithely into her wheelchair. Obviously she had done it many times before, this time though when she landed she gave a little cry. "Oooh. I felt that!" as she landed on the relatively hard seat."Oh my God," she cried as she saw him in the doorway. "Your face looks real nasty this morning. Oh, Tom, I am sorry for what I did." Indeed Tom's face was painfully sore and swollen and his flesh surrounding his eye very. “Care to fix my iPad now?” she asked. “Sure,” I replied We gulped down our drinks and headed out towards the elevators. Once we got on the elevator we started to make out hard. Licking each other tongues, she was biting my lip and rubbing my cock though my pants. The smell of alcohol was strong on her breath. The elevator stopped at her floor, we got off and headed straight for her room. Once in her room we started to kiss again. I pushed up her against the wall and started to kiss the nape of. Here is a dilemma. All of them were programmed by Uncle Bert to be my kittens, except Dad who was a horny old tom cat. But, they were not currently under programming so anything I said or did would be received by them as if they had never been programmed.How to answer? Honesty in family relations is important, you know.“She had one hell of an accident skiing yesterday. Took a real bad tumble coming down a black diamond slope.”No one was buying that. In for a dime, in for a dollar.“She was lucky.