”“They still call each other dorks?”“Last I check.”“Oh.”“Now, let me finish my story, silly man.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Well, any way...... ah?”“Stumpy. Dork,” I suggested.“Oh, yes. Anyway,” she began again. “That Stumpy is such a dork. He got all up in arms when I told him that you weren’t coming in again today.”“Sounds like the little stump.”“So he wants to know who I am and why I’m calling in for you.” She developed an e-vile grin. “So I told him that I was the girl who’s lesbian girlfriend beat you. Karen tried to belay my mother’s plan to get us together, “Mrs. Taylor -Williams, Please, It would be such a bother and I can’t impose on Arthur like that. I’m sure he has other plans.”My mother ignored her, “It’s no bother.” Mom took out her cell phone and dialed, “Hello, Charles. This is Agnes Taylor-Williams. Could I possibly get a reservation for two somewhere between seven and eight o’clock? It’s for my son Arthur and a young lady? Thank you, Charles, you’re a dear.”My mother gave us our. Right now, both of them were too aroused and wanted to be close in the most intimate way possible.He undressed swiftly, then joined her on the bed. After exchanging several open-mouthed kisses, he slid lower and again attacked her nipple. He had not drained her before, and her breasts were still leaking. He latched on to a rubbery tit and sucked the sweet fluid emanating from her swollen globes. Kaye held his head tightly to her breast, her moans encouraging him to suck even more. Her free hand. When she was taken to the dungeon the following morning she was happy enough to place her ankles and watch them locked into the familiar grooves of the stocks. She was not bound. She sat upon her bench and dreamed of slavery. No one disturbed her. That night she was returned to her mistress's bed. She wore her handcuffs. Harriet´s boat was not the size of Mike's, but it was big enough that it could not be beached. From its deck Dorinda recognized. The Island. Her heart thudded, almost.