Could you fetch them?”“Yes, of course, Miss,” I replied. (Well, at least she used my name this time!) I returned with the cakes, displayed on a ...arge serving dish and bent down to place it on the table. As I did so, my eyes were irresistibly drawn again to Mrs. Crawford’s legs. Oh hell, I could see clearly; she was wearing stockings and suspenders. Then, I got the shock of my life!“My god, Jennifer – he’s actually looking up my skirt!!!”Jennifer calmly turned to me, “Well, Peter, were you. So I again got slapped good and hard . Telling me "Shut the fuck up you nasty dirty whore " . I cried under the mask because I know I have upset him instead of pleasing him . And I know that if he is not pleased I will not have his thick long cock shoved in my cunt at the end . And when he punishes me I need to be well fucked . So anyway , he makes me turn onto my belly with my tits still tied up . He starts by just running his fingers up and down my back to tease me . I quiver under the touch. Offered me to stay at her place.Change of scenery and all that.You see, while I stayed close to my parents, she had to fly far away. Inher case, it was Portland Oregon. There she worked as some kind ofcrafter for the indie movie scene. Making all kinds of props. Even, nowand then, replicas for a museum. I guess this was where she channeled allher years researching witches and rituals. She was good at finding outdetails for movies and such. Making props that looked a little betterthan those. She had a way of minglingright in with everyone, like she'd known them forever, and as usual shedid. Before long, she had learned everyone's name and was exchanging phonenumbers with the other girls, as she always enjoyed making new friends. Itwas just a fantastic night for Tony and she made him feel so special.After a few hours, everyone began to go on their way and Aimee gave Tony alook."Time to go, honey. I've got other plans for tonight, and you look sohot," she whispered in his ear. "Let's.