Before she could start cursing at the long dead writer she felt a shiftin the ward around the house. She looked up from the computer screen. Itshouldn...t be doing that. The only way that the ward could be unstablewas if the hearth fire was somehow doused and to do that you needed thekey. That was something no one would be getting since the key was tiedup in her. It had to mean something else. She stood out and looked outof the window. There down in the street facing the house was a. At this point most of my weight was now on my neck, arms at my sidehelping with support as the backside of my body hugged the wall."Right here, Sissy," Mistress giggled, patting her shoulders.Slowly, so as not to lose my balance, I let my legs fall away from thewall. Mistress caught the pointy toes of my pumps and guided me down sothat my shins rested on either side of her head, leaving me contorted ina way that left my hardening clit pointing straight down, mere inchesaway from my exposed and. " Holy shit, mom!" I blurted."Language. Language." Sorry. Gees mom. Do you know what naturistic means?" Yes, of course I do." What does it mean than?" You know I don't like it when you talk to me like that." Sorry. I just want to know if you know what it means, that's all." Of course I do. It means people who loves nature." Yees, and..." And?" Do you know how they, how shall I put this, how they express this love?" Watching birds and stuff?" No mom. They do it naked!" What!? They can't... I. I picked up the little table effortlessly and put it in the place she had pointed to. “Yes, that’s exactly where I want it.” She grabbed the knick-knacks in her hands and placed them back on the table. “There,” she said, “Thank you. That has been bugging me for a while. Now it looks better!” After a few moments of neither of us saying a word, Joann said, “Here, sit down on the sofa. I’ll offer you a drink for helping me out. I don’t have any beer, but I do have some wine, vodka, and whiskey.” I.