"Oh yeah, pretty good," Dave shrugged, trying not to give anything away but seeing the gleam in Shae's eye -- and in his mother's. They weren't gettin... away with a thing.They actually got to try out the cinnamon rolls before they heard the boys stirring. In a moment, the two appeared, dressed in flannel pajamas, still yawning and bleary eyed, but happy at the sight of Aunt Shae, the filled stockings, and all the presents that hadn't been there the night before. It was not long before JoAnne's. Fortunately her style of teaching today involved more talk from her and just listening from me, as she demonstrated some new concepts by writing them out on paper and explaining them to me. I just had to go "Mmmm, mmmmm" and sound intelligent, which wasn't easy as this time I could see right down the neckline of her house coat. Since she was leaning forward a lot to write things, the housecoat would fall away from her chest. As she adjusted her posture in the chair I was suddenly able to see an. Each lash caused the woman to jump and that in turn caused her more pain. She could feel the hooks in her ass now. Most of them had pushed through her sphincter and the ones that hadn’t would be through soon. She was in such pain it was driving her crazy but the drugs would let her pass out. Another shot from the whip and the last two hooks were through the stretched ring. The whipping continued and she finally became numb to it all. The blood from her ass dripped down and ran across her face. I wasn't trying to be judgmental. I love you and worry about you, especially now." I answered."Have you ever heard of a blanket party?" she asked looking at the floor."Yes, I have. I've been to one, and I'm ashamed to admit. Not the lesbian kind," I added."No, God no, that's not what I meant. I meant the sorority girls with no dates kind." She reiterated. "Maybe we could put one together sometime, the three of us, some weekend when Henny, you and I are alone?" she asked."I don't know, Maria. I.