Greer, not me. You knowthis." Yes ma'am, but Mrs. Wilson is a Lady of high standing in hercommunity. She has many political opponents and enemies I mi...ht add. Ifeel her sentence was very harsh for the crime she committed and wasprobably politically motivated, especially since she had paid the backtaxes with interest before a verdict was rendered." What is it you seek of me Ms. Greer?" This woman spent six hours yesterday along with nineteen others onpublic display in a pillory. I feel like she. A few seconds later, he looked up, glanced over at her, gave her the briefest of smiles, and returned to work. Amy flushed with pleasure and embarrassment at the attention, and thought about her next instruction for the program.She realized that she didn't know how long he planned to be there, and she didn't want him leaving before she'd finished her fun. The command [Subject will stay in this coffeeshop until the user leaves] quickly took care of that worry, however, and Amy giggled at just. A part of her desperately wished that false but a more prevalent sexual part of her hoped direly it was true. All she could do was try to focus on actual drawing on her paper rather than slipping into daydreams of her drawing shapes on his chest with the tip of her tongue. His smile broadened and something about it told her she didn't do well in hiding her lust. Sheepishly she hid behind the expanse of her sketch pad. She hoped all the other models were either female or at the very least. "Do you find my breasts interesting?" she said, finally raising up and pulling her robe together."Mother," he groaned, his mind in a turmoil of confusion."Well, you were looking at them, weren't you?"Mortified, he couldn't find any words to express his shame.She didn't say anything else for several moments. His hands were shaking so badly, it took him forever to fill the glasses with wine. Still blushing brightly, he slowly stumbled back over to his mother. Wine dribbled and ran down the glass.