It felt very silly to be shaking hands like a bunch of old English gentleman. Maddy must have seen the humor, too, because she couldn’t contain a sn...cker. I had a vague feeling that she was making fun of me, but I let it go. Maddy hopped off the stool and opened a box. She pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘We’re going to have a toast,’ she said. ‘A welcome home toast.’ I didn’t protest despite the fact that my parents would have killed me if they. Her long jet black hair cascaded sexily over her bare shoulders, her succulent breasts peeked naughtily out from her skimpy costume and Alex Cranston's hunger increased one hundred-fold the moment she came in the door."Where have you been you naughty bitch," groaned Alex, "get over here quick, my cock's dying for you!" Sorry Chief," Tulip grinned, "I got tied up with a customer."The Chief of Police groaned now and lay back in his chair as Tulip settled herself between his legs, ovaled her. It was an old neighborhood, but yet still well maintained in a better part of town near Clear Fork Lake. A lake that Ronnie and I had swum in and fished.Once inside Aunt Hattie’s house, things began to look somewhat familiar. My mother and Aunt Hattie had been friends, but strangely, mom never mentioned her after we left Mansfield. Over tea, we discussed reminiscences from years past. I asked about Ron Carpenter and she told me Ronnie was a very successful businessman but lived in nearby. " She could see he was still confused, so she continued. "Up until now I have had to settle for wimpy girly-men who couldn't get me off, or abusive guys who can get me off but are a danger to my safety. With you I can be completely controlled and yet be totally safe. Please allow me to enjoy your control." I'm ... well I don't ... I don't like rough stuff, you see..." Shhhh..." She hissed seductively, "I'm not a masochist, I just desperately want to be under your control - but I need to be.