Hecontinued, nearly a whisper. "I might like to see that, actually." Inodded softly. Maybe Fred and I had more in common than I thought.The next day, ... left Fred at the house and set about collecting somesupplies. Thanks to the cosmetology night classes I had been taking, Iknew that Fred was going to need some different materials than I used inmy own budding regimen. I also knew where to get most of the other piecesI was going to need. Thanks to our time on the baseball team together Iknew. She said, "Cunt, see that corner over there? I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl to it. Don't stop until you have your nose in it and then push it in so tight you feel like you are merging right into the corner. I want you to open your whore legs so your nasty cunt and ass is seen by anyone and everyone in this place. I'll let you know when it is time to leave. Don't say another fucking word."I was really worried now, so I got on my hands and knees and did just what she told me. We're going to go back up there, and we're going to try and make a baby for Margaret!"Em was huddled under the duvet weeping; so tense I could hardly touch her. I took Mark out onto the landing."Mark sweetie, could you find some things to tie Margaret's wrists with, scarves or ties would do, and some lube, not Vaseline if possible, anything water based, like KY," I whispered in his ear. "I need to lay some groundwork. I'll call you when she's ready."When he'd gone, I reached behind Em's neck. “Emma, I am going to have to teach you how to properly dress, to be attractive to who you shall serve.” Emma, wide-eyed, just nodded her head. Then he brought the silk blouse, the only nice thing she had worn. Starting at the bottom, Donald buttoned it only to just above the lower edge of her breast. Now, she was providing a wonderful peek-a-boo illusion. He slid her skirt up over her hips, tucked her blouse in, and zipped it up. Yes, a much-improved vision was now projected by Emma. Her.