I don't know. But I couldn't keep away. There was talk of sending me to a convent for a few years, but my mother was reluctant. She had been sent to ... convent as a c***d and she had horrible experiences. The discipline had been frightfully strict and somehow she had always managed to find the wrong end of the rod. She begged my father to take me with him on his next voyage instead, arguing that months away from William would do me good and the exposure to the world would educate me. Finally he. Its the Kings turn, now. He flips me over on the bed like Im a playing card the kind with pictures of nude girls on them. Id make a ridiculous playing card, though. My makeup and Mandy are smeared all over me. My hair is in tangles and I have red handprints all over my white ass from my boyfriends spankings. I lean my head back and look up at Mandy. Shes the one that looks like she belongs on a playing card, not me. She looks pretty and pristine and untouched as she kneels on the bed next to. Mom took me by my hand and led me to OUR room. When we started getting undressed my Mom leaned over and kissed me softly and said that she was in love with me.We got naked and she laid down on the bed, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a skunky smelling joint and fired it up, as we lay there smoking and talking she repositioned herself so that her gorgeous toes were now playing with my cock, she pulled her right foot up to her lips and got it wet while she shoved her toes on the. "We could have a little fashion show." "Oh, God," I said. "After all," she continued, "we have to figure out what we're going to wear when we go out tonight." "Go out?" I exclaimed. "Sure! Why not? Two young good-looking kids with a pile of money?it would be a shame to spend our whole time like this cooped up in the house." She had a point. Besides, I had to admit, I had started to get a little curious about what some of those outfits in the closet would look like on me. "All right," I said..