Her office and my editor didn't need to know whether we were working every minute or whether during our breaks, and sometimes most of the afternoon, I...had her bent over the kitchen table as I fucked her, or she rode me outside by the pool. No, they didn't need to know that at all, and we never told them. Of course, by now you can guess that we weren't too disappointed on those times when we had an audience of Julie, or Stephanie, or both of them.That day, however, we really had to get stuff. " That is not what I meant and you know it," I said in frustration."Don't be mad at me." She said suddenly giving me puppy eyes. " I'll be good." I'm not mad. Here, put your arms around my neck so I can carry you upstairs to bed."Ginger put her arms around my neck and I lifted her up with no further protest. I carried her to her room and laid her on the bed. She almost immediately rolled over and fell asleep.I walked to my own room, got ready for bed, and closed my eyes trying to get the image. Even then, miserable and ashamed, she knew. The Stirring would come over her again, and again, and again. She could resist it, for a time…but not forever. Likely, not even for long. She wilted under his stern gaze and, hiccupping, nodded meekly. Master Edwin took her to his bed that very night. Once his mind was made, the older Nobleman’s resolve was strong and his hand steady. Oh, it had been perfect. Even now it was vivid enough in Silmaria’s mind to bring a shiver at the memory. His smell,. ” “You’re right,” says Alyssa. “This is crazy Kayla…What the hells wrong with your mom, she’s totally over reacting to what she caught us doing. Your mom was always cool before this, now she’s up an gone psycho on us. Kayla I’m coming over to your house tomorrow, I’ll do my best to talk her out of this craziness. And shit Kayla, If anyone should be going to Wildwood, it should be Mary Jones and the good pastors daughter Kimberly. Those two girls are the real lesbians.”“What!” Kayla gasped..