White wine was served with the meal and I had several glasses.Ms. Vanderbilt told everyone I was there for the job but since I was sosmall, I was just...to become their child and do small things.After dinner I excused myself and went to my room and I was surprised whenCandy entered my room a short while later and she asked, "Kenny darling,have you brushed your teeth yet."I told her no and she said, "You should always brush after a meal, it willhelp to keep those nice teeth of yours," and taking. .. yeah, I could do that." Good, because ever since Saturday I've been wanting to do ... more."Robby felt a little faint. "More." he repeated."Yes ... more." said his mother.He got up and went to his room, where he tried to think about his homework assignment. How could he possibly write a poem when all he could think about was his mother's body? The curve of her breasts, with their up-looking nipples, looking like tiny ski jumps or something.He stiffened. Wait a minute ... what if...He sat. After the third time, it finally got through to Kristen what she had fallen into, and she started cooking again.It was obvious to Dex that Kristen was as submissive as his mother had been, and needed the same things his mother had. He had no desire for a sexual relationship with her, but was driven to help her out of the depression and self-loathing that had overtaken her. Against his natural tendencies, he began taking a more and more controlling role when alone with her, and she responded. Walking in the heels was even more of a challenge butI made it to the bottle without doing any damage.After I filled my glass I brought it back over to Cheryl and Dave,fortunately he was back together again."If you want to get some clean panties, help yourself," Cheryl offered.It felt strange walking around not wearing any, nice in a way with thedress caressing me and the breeze occasionally coming from the airconditioner, but I knew it wouldn't be long before there would beproblems with the.