"But Mrs Bottomley was adamant. The Ninth Earl's Whip was only to be used when the Girl deserved it and the two servants had to be satisfied with this... Her crucial transgression would be punished in a suitably ceremonial way, with the Girl being taken down to the cellars and chained facing the wall.They determined to pile ever more heavy burdens on the hated Girl and as soon as she failed in any task, their vigilant eyes would spot it and the Mistress would be immediately informed. The. . My mom talked dirty with her about her sex life and the conversation went very personal and my mom seduced my sis and had lesbian sex with her. When I reached home I opened the door with my keys, and I could see my niece playing alone, and hear the moans of my mom and sis.. When I went in I saw that mom was bending and licking my sisters cunt..Man it was so erotic, I got so hard that I lowered my pants and went near mom and started fucking her in the ass.. She was moaning loud, aaaaahhh. And then, something happened that changed everything.I'm not a big believer in mysticism, or even fate and destiny. Butsomething happened that made me feel that God (or whatever you call Her!)and the Universe had somehow intervened. It was Emily's time of themonth. As usual, I was silently hoping that she would say, "Sissy, ifyou want to know what it's like to be a woman, you will wear a tamponwhen I do." But as usual, that did not happen. Here's what did happen. I felt some irritation in. Each object, each piece of furniture, had its specific, precisely determined place. He’d seen her with a ruler once, measuring a magazine photo of a picture on a wall above a cupboard. Then she’d measured their wall and hung the same picture perfectly on it, above the same cupboard. He never had to think about anything to do with her. She had it all in its place as he was in his. She defined it for him, drew a white line about it and gave her economical little frown of disapproval if she.