As I turned to survey this oddity the first smells his me. I was expecting rot and sea but what filled my nostrils was roast bosk meat, and hot Sa-Tar...a bread. I could almost taste it, it smelled so good. Despite myself, my little feet were drawn towards the door almost of their own accord. There were three stairs up to the door and as I slipped up them I realized they were white granite. At the top of the stairs were to batwing doors that required a second glance as well. They were some blond. ..good athlete, good looking and a college boy. AuntHilda ended up in a bad relationship right after high school, eloped anddivorced in one year. She told me once that after her divorce everyone gaveup on her. She was smart as in shrewd and lucky as in manipulative and hadstarted a small business that she later sold for millions. That need toprove them wrong motivated her and she made herself into a successful andindependent woman. She has lived alone since her divorce. 'I just don't likemen,. The child needs a stable environment, and this girl will not receive that if..." Amanda, Ms. Mallard."Joan Mallard, unaccustomed to being interrupted, sat nonplussed for a moment before slowly removing her glasses and fixing her icy blue gaze on Frank. "Come again, Mr. Consco?" Her name is Amanda, Ms. Mallard," Frank said, a slight edge to his voice despite the haggard, spent look on his face.Ms. Mallard gave one of those tiny little suffering sighs, the kind that a child might hear from a. He sits and watches me writhing and whimpering, my head tossing back and forth, my hips arching. Slowly the sensation fades. My body relaxes, slightly. "There, my sweet, I think that's a lesson you will remember?" He asks. "Yes, Master" I whisper. He reaches for a mirror, showing me my clit, peeking out between my bare puffy lips, jutting out hard and red. The black silken cords framing my red clit hold my attention in the mirror. The pad of His finger rolls across my clit, and I arch my back.