I know she is going to be a great housekeeper. With Althea youwon?t have to worry about her having her monthlies but if she says shedoesn?t feel like ...t some night respect that. Sometimes what a wifeneeds more than getting her ashes hauled is just a lot of cuddling,petting and plenty of pillow talk. I think you know all those things,Dora. You seem to have the makings of a sensible husband. Just don?tforget them. I think Althea will make a very proper wife. Honor her.Respect her. Don?t ever. Lucy's mother is a woman of about fifty, with freshly dyed dark brownhair, slightly pear-shaped, and wearing a twinset outfit about tenyears too old for her and a ridiculous hat. She is also lovely andfriendly, and a puffier version of her daughter. She shakes Shayna andmy hand vigorously, calls everyone "girls" and starts crying the momentshe sees her daughter step into her wedding dress.I take this as our cue to leave, but Shayna seems to be in no hurry. Noone else seems to mind us being. I answered it. It was for me. My aunt was ringing to say that her grandson had developed spots, possibly chicken pox. The family get-together was postponed or even cancelled. We might meet up in the New Year, maybe. I thanked her, hoped that the grandson would get better soon and wished her as happy a Christmas as would be possible with a poorly grandson. I was working under difficulty. Belinda was squirming on my lap and kissing my neck. Her hand pulled my free hand to one of her breasts. As I. ”“Two, thank you, master.”……….……….“Eiiigtteeehn, t-thank y-you m-mas-s-t-ter.”………“Twentyii-i-one, t-t-t-hnahank youhou mahaster.”I laid my hand on Claudia’s vulva and indeed. She was dried up. Caning Claudia clearly counted towards a punishment.“Claudia, you did well. Hold your position. Open your mouth wide.”I inserted a ball gag and fastened it behind her head. I lifted her head and shoved a bowl under her face to catch all drool. With a large glob of Calendula, I soothed the red marks on.