Dinner at seven, please, in your evening uniform.I'd like coq au vin and whatever side dishes seem appropriate." What kinds of side dishes would be ap...ropriate, ma'am?"She gave me a look. "I thought you were the cook, dear. The computer isright over there. Try 'coq au vin side dishes'."I felt like an idiot, having to be reminded by my ancient female relativethat the web wasn't under quarantine. My mom was such a terrible cookthat I often did the cooking at home, and could follow recipes if. It seemed that once she had decided to begin living again the whole world had opened up to her.She cast an appraising look around the yard. What a mess, she said to herself. It was about time she did something to clean it up. She would be receiving a little money now from the insurance, so she could hire some of the young boys in town to help her. Maybe that nice Peters boy that Patty was seeing so much of lately.She walked up to the old tool shed. There was an enormously thick tangle of high. “Here you go guys” she said as she put the plate on the desk and handed me the beer, “Not long to go now, thought you might be hungry” she said smiling and Pippa was already tucking in as I cracked open the can. Alice grabbed a foot stool and placed it next to Pippa at the desk and duly sat down, now I am not sure if this was the best idea as the stool was low and as she sat her knees were higher than her waist which meant that with her in that summer dress she was giving me the most perfect. Catherine bites her lips to stop herself from moaning in pleasure. “Step out of your pants and bend over the table. It’s time for your punishment.” Catherine follows Dan’s instructions and bent over the table. “Spread your legs baby.” Catherine took a deep breath and did as she was told. She was shaking all over in anticipation of what would happen. Dan caressed her buttocks gently, his fingers going down and yes, please touch my clit she thought but Dan had other plans. His spread his hands.