I was trying so hard to not get upset and to just talk to her. Finally, I just walked in. I saw my mother on her sitting chair. I could see three ...ottles of wine that were empty and a forth bottle almost gone. She was kind of laying down listening to Miles Davis. It was piece that I heard her play a lot in the past. Her eyes were at the point of just being open. Her room was dark. She only had a reading lamp on in the corner. I could tell that she was only wearing her night clothing. She. During thepresentation, Rose indulged herself in past reminiscences and reflectedback to the events in her life that led here to this point. The nightshe forcefully feminized a boyfriend, then kicked him out of herapartment in full drag when he wouldn't play along. Then there was thetorrid lesbian sexathon affair she had with her sorority sisters. Theywere very fond, but still vivid memories and formed the bases for hercurrent bedroom fantasies.'Well they have their game plan, and I have. I found him in his study with a pair of Emily's panties wrapped around his cock while watched a video of her shaving herself in the bathroom. I caught him orgasming as she rubbed lotion on her privates!" She said as a few tears rolled down her face."Wow, that is shocking! I certainly understand about telling him to leave." I said sounding sympathetic but feeling turned on."It is my fault!" She said as she broke down."How is it your fault?" I asked and was more than just a little confused but. The istress had no interests in their explanations at the time, tellinh them to save their words for the Dungeonmaster, into whose care they were summarily delivered. Now they waited, shivering, bare as they were found, chained at the neck to one of the infernal contraptions the Dungeonmaster kept in his lair for use on such luckless transgressors as themselves. As the two girls awaited questioning, they strained across the slanting punishment rack, whispering to each other urgently, trying to.