He filled my ass with his hot crème.” Uncle George fucked her ass another time that afternoon. Sissy cleaned his house in the buff. Uncle George...went to the barn, then left to do whatever he does in town. When he came back, Sissy had lunch made and sitting on the table waiting for him. The man smiled when he saw the note at his plate. It read: If you’re interested in having an appetizer, it’s in your bedroom.Uncle George quickly jumped from his chair and ran into his bedroom. There,. I think McDonough had actually added as much confusion as clarification to the situation. But I was pretty happy about the exoneration stuff, even though the part about my being "in custody" rankled a little. Was I really? I asked the fibbie who was with me and just got a waffle.It turned out, though, that the "custody" business was mostly a formality. All they really wanted out of me, as McDonough had told me at the end of the previous day's session, was a formal statement of what underlay the. He saw what I could not. I trembled. He laughed. I didn’t even know this mans name!! But I was here, spread across his bed, like a slut. Waiting to be devoured. “ Renee, I want you to know that the only words you are allowed to speak, are Yes Master, and Yes Sir. Nothing else. Those are the only words you are allowed. Do you understand?” “Y-yes…”“Yes what?”“Y-y-yes sir.”“That’s better.”“Now, do you understand what you are here for child?”I shook my head. It wasn’t good enough for him. He. It seems she never took a lot of interest in her daughter's life, which I found tragic. Apparently her mother agreed without even talking to me on the phone, relieved only that she didn't need to pay a babysitter. Poor Cheryl I thought.The first night of the fireworks I went to her apartment to pick her up. She lived only a few blocks away from me and the beach so we walked together and found a good spot to watch the show. The night was beautiful and clear but with a slight cooling breeze.