I heard the door open, thenfootsteps, but stayed in my room, unable to face my mother dressed thisway once again. Shut in my room I felt safe, the fam...liarity of itgranting a sense of security that I craved right then. When the dooropened I expected my mother to walk in, but it wasn't. It was myGrandmother, closely followed by my Grandfather. There wasn't any doubtabout the way I looked, I still wore the skirt, blouse, and the remainsof my makeup, surely streaked. In other words, I looked like. ...Ruby recollected her wits just enough to realize wherethis last iron should go. She started screaming even before she saw the iron,the executioner held up before her eyes, showing how little red sparks fellfrom the tip.Then slowly he lowered it between her wide open legs.The red glow of the iron illuminated the female lips of her sex. Closer andcloser it came, within only an inch of her love-button. A second the man waited in anticipation then he landedthe red hot iron on her clitoris.? The. I gave her re-assuring hug. It turned out that she read more into this action than I had intended. I could not believe what she did next. She started to unbuckle the belt on my jeans. When I tried to stop her she started crying again, so I thought to myself “Oh, what the hell” And just let her get on with it if it consoled her feelings, so much the better. After undoing the stud fastener on my jeans, she unzipped my flies. Her hand fished around inside my pants, and grabbing my hardening cock,. I sit down and he rubs my shoulders through the robe. He's gotsurprisingly strong hands but he knows just where to touch and howhard. I bet he could give one hell of a massage. Maybe some day ..."Would you like something to drink, Honey?" White wine if it is not drugged." You will not let that go, will you?" No."He turns to go to back to the house. "Women" he says with mockdisgust. I hope it's mock disgust. He should know that I'm justkidding. He brings a glass back, looks me in the eye, takes.