The last glass of the evening contained more that wine. I had crushed a mild sedative and mixed it into each of the girls' wine. They were soon giggly...from the buzz they had going.After dinner, I stood and spoke to them. "Girls, I want to ask you something. Have you noticed your mother has a "G" on her chest."They all nodded."That "G" marks her as mine. I want each of you to have the same mark. You will all then be permanently marked as mine. Your mother thinks this is a good idea too. Don't. She smiled a big smile and held her hand out, "You must be David, I am Mrs Robinson, do come in and I'll make us a cup of tea".As they chatted over the tea she gently probed David about his background, about his mother and sister and his life style. She quickly deduced a shy, immature, nervous unworldly young man who was somewhat reluctant to discuss his mother and sister in detail. That will wait she thought, all will be revealed in due course. She noted a tall, well built young man with a. There is no way that a simple life choice can change a person that much. There has to be something happening to them. Think of all the concussions they have.”He has s point, and I already made that correlation. In 1994 the NFL pretended to have a commission on the subject. Only they put a guy in charge of it that knew nothing about neuroscience or neurology and often admitted to knowing nothing about head injuries. In 2012, 4,500 players, spouses and other representatives started a lawsuit. They beg, they wimper and cry in my scissors...so pathetic. I never even haveto squeeze half as hard as I can on them before I make them suffer..and ITOTALLY love to make them suffer. It's such a turn on to look down into aboy's red frightened face, running my long hair and large breasts softlyagainst his cheek as my sexy tanned thighs are caving in his defenseless gut.Then I love to wrap my arms around them and hold them against my body andwhisper sweet humiliating things in their ear. I tell.