Our flight arrived, we picked up the rental car, and soon were at her sisters. My wife rang the doorbell a number of times, we even tried knocking, bu... there was no answer. Her sister had one of those typical Californian houses with the pool and jacuzzi out back to take advantage of the warm weather, so my wife and I went around the side of the house toward the back thinking her sister might be there and couldnt hear us. As we approached the fence surrounding the back yard we could hear muffled. Her eyes were full of rapture.They tugged, the Abbess and Genevieve, at my meagre nightgown, spitting on me.“Tonight?” Genevieve pronounced huskily..“No” Clarissa cackled. ”This hen must be left to roast.”She beckoned with her fingertips and Genevieve, alert to her every wish, approached me with a full chalice. I felt the riding crop strike my ass twice. I howled, to the amusement of the Abbess.“Drink.” Genevieve commanded. She pressed the cup to my lips and I drank. It was a very sweet and. I kept my anger in my shoulders. It’s getting a bit better for me now, but I still do that. I waited for her and asked over her crying if it would be better if I would call back in an hour or so. When I assured her I would, we hung up. Zophia was with me during this time and gave me a hug, and wiped a tear from my eye. Doing the right thing is not always painful, just most of the time. When I called back, she was more prepared. She was not her usual belligerent and angry self, but subdued. I. Standing nude in my living room I heard two soft knocks on my door. I walked to the entrance of my apartment and quietly knocked back once, then peered through the peephole and saw the surprisingly small eighteen year old boy standing wearily outside. If he was really interested in doing what we had talked about online, he would now have the opportunity to show me. As the boy stood at my doorstep he put the license up to the peephole showing proof that he was really eighteen and of consenting.