I had always dreamed of touching them.” He started squeezing them with more vigor.“Naughty boy dreamt of only touching them? Then these clothes sh...uld go,” I got rid of the negligee and served my fleshy orbs in his palms. “Love these mature boobs?”He kneaded them expertly and murmured, “Mmmm aunty, they are so soft and so big.”“Naughty boy, don’t you want to do more than touch them?” I teased him.“Yes, aunty, yes.”This is where I decided to go for the kill. “Come, baby, let mom give you her. " And you know it." You're right, although you should have seen your face." I grinned. Then I sighed. "I wouldn't have all this time to think of these stupid word pranks, if I could move." I don't blame you. You're really in pretty good spirits, most of the time. I think I'd have gone crazy by now." I'm not sure I haven't. But to get back to the original subject, if you want Jessica to respect you, then you've got to take responsibility. Tell her no. Let her get mad at you. Work things out."Tim. "They walked out with Betty feeling totally helpless and yet, at the same time, the feeling of not having control felt so right.It was no surprise that their next stop was the school gym. Paul found the instructor and got permission to use the facilities for the next few minutes. "Alright, let's see what kind of shape you are in," said Paul.Betty looked at Paul with a quizzed expression. "What do you want me to do Master?" For starters, let see you run laps. Inside the perimeter of the. "Now, I've got much to teach you, so follow me. My name is Johnson, but you'll refer to me as Master, or Sir." Jane kneeled there, dumbfounded. Her mind raced. Where was she? Were they going to kill her? What was going to happen to her? Jane felt a tug at her neck, and the man pulled her along towards the door. "We're leaving, now," Johnson said, and walked out of the door. "It'll be easier if you just crawl with me, or your pretty face'll end up in the dirt." As he continued.