Skirts and blouses as well.." Makeup?" Of course. And hair and nails. Going to turn my husband into thedaughter you always wanted." Ruth said confide...tly. "But first thingsfirst. Melissa? The apology?"Blushing in my humiliation, I stood up, pushing my chair back as I didso. Then I took a hold of each pant leg at the sides of my knees andbobbed a small curtsey. "I'm very sorry for being so naughty mummy" Isaid in the little soft girlish voice that Ruth had been training me touse. "Please. Why don’t you come up and see for yourself?”There was a long silence on the phone as she toyed with the idea of seeing, feeling, and sucking my cock. “I don’t know. I really shouldn’t.”“I understand if you don’t, Carolyn. I’m not married and have nothing to lose.”Again, a long silence. “I really shouldn’t. I’m sorry I called. Goodnight.” And she hung up.Ten minutes later my phone rang again. I thought, “She’s changed her mind and I’m going to fuck her brains out.”“Hello.”"Hi, Bill. It's Linda.. She'd been gathered in as a possible recruit by Home Time Line traders. For most of those recruited, they would spend a few years at menial labor, doing jobs that those of the Home Time Line wouldn't do for themselves, then be returned home, relatively wealthy -- but shorn of their memories of their experiences.For Tanda it had been different. She was, literally, one in a million, a genius for her time. She'd galloped through all of the classes they'd let her take, until one day she was a. The carpenters were young men in their mid twenties and they were specially hired to make some exquisite wood carvings. They were nice and well built and were from Bengal. So first day we met them and made advance payments. I could see them staring at my mom’s partially exposed cleavage. She also made a point to bend down whenever she could to grab their attention. Strange things were going on in my. Did my mom like them? Did she want to have with them? It felt strange. Then while we were.