He was not above recycling the handsels he had given her mother when they were still in love.For these tokens her father demanded a woman's heart and ...oul and sometimes bed. From midnight to dawn he would rant and rave against their locked doors, blinding one woman's son when he threw a rock at a random silhouette in the. The bobbies would come to drag him away (which she had been witness to on two occasions) and he'd be declared too insane for trial. It would be off to Schödinger's Sqr. again.. With the education, the training, the equipment and the contacts, my career took off, and I was soon making a more than comfortable living, while being able to pick and choose the jobs I wanted. My professional life was going nowhere but up.My personal life was going nowhere at all. I never heard from Courtney, and while I took grandma's advice and tried to move on, it was proving harder than it sounded. Not that I was still a virgin. I finally gave in to the charms of a determined young lady. . as mom poured everyone a glass of her special brew. I knew then, this evening was indeed just getting started.We sat down to eat, chatting and laughing together as we finished the meal, lounging around afterwards with another round of mom's now infamous mixture being consumed."I do feel grossly overdressed though," Jill said still eyeing Jessica's boobs, as she hadn't bothered putting her top back on. "Anyone mind if I join her?" Not at all," mom answered. "In fact ... I was just thinking the. She’d probably come to her senses and would let him down now. There was no way his submissive wife was going to go through with this. She dropped the robe and he stared. Black leather corset, crotchless panties, fishnet hose, and mile high spiked heels. Who the hell was this?She walked around him thoughtfully. He tried to turn with her, but the handcuffs prevented him. He could feel her watching him from behind. The silence was stating to unnerve him. WHAM! Her hand hit his backside.