That made thirty. And not a single sock. Onceagain I really couldn't fathom what had happened. In my closet there weremore clothes than in Biene's.Mom...had taken my three pairs of pants, since the closet was so full.Wouldn't need them anyhow, she opined.##Mom was charming again. The talk with Mrs. Weber had really been a strokeof luck for me. I didn't dare think what might have happened. In the endMom might have sent me to school in a skirt. Dreadful thought!Mom treated me like her daughter, as. Then I looked at her pussy and it was confirmed. Her vulva was dark, swollen and wet with fluids from her cunt. More come out of her and started to drip down. Her vagina was gaping open.I figured it was her show and I would have to see what happened next. But I decided to move it along by rubbing her, both on her sore backside and on her unmarked hips.“Oh please, don’t toy with me.”“You want more whacks?”“More, yes. Although that rubbing is so nice.”When she was ready, she said, “I want you to. He knew he still needed to make her see what she’d done. Hang it, he still had feelings for her: seeing her at the Griffin proved that, though he could not clarify what those feelings were.In any case, if she had divorced him to marry Liam, there was nothing to be done. Nevertheless he would still confront her with her actions, he promised himself that.It spurred him on to find all the other people involved on that day.He called Ian Sinclair immediately, pushing down his anger.“Sinclair”“Hello,. S/he held the toy up to show me, and made me an offer I couldn't refuse."Would you like to see how I use it?" s/he said pointing to where the video booths were.After I nodded in the affirmative, Sheila took my hand and called out to someone in Spanish. As the two of us made our way toward the video booths a short Hispanic looking man took his place at the counter. He shook his head as if to day, "Here we go again!"Sheila and I exchanged formal greetings as we made our way to the backWhen we.