"Mr. Wiseman, it's Carl McCormick calling. I wonder if I might come out and see you about a business deal I have in mind. It's about that hand cleaner...you have, Loving Hands." I suppose so, Mr. McCormick. I rather wondered when someone would want to talk to me about it."He gave me directions to his place and we agreed Wednesday evening at seven-thirty. I was thinking about all the opportunities there were for his product and I could see myself getting pretty damn rich if I played my cards. Tonight. I promise.”Disappointed and frustrated, Ron looked around, noticing a possible solution to what he knew was their mutual problem. After all, he had known Rachel some seven years now and knew her voracious sexual appetite matched his and that she was just as wanting, just as needing as he was at this moment. In the corners of the plaza, he espied tall hedges, probably eight feet in height.“I’ve got an idea, Rachel. Just give a minute; I’ll be right back.”Ron quickly walked to the. Me : sure mom.. But you should not scold me..Mom : no I won’t scold you, you gave me a freedom, you are my friend not my son so you share what you like.. Ok..?Me : ok mom. If you want to relax like that pls say to me I will sleep in hall..Mom : no dear, no privacy here, nothing to hide you… I love you so much da..Me : love you too mom..After dinner mom removed her leggings, in front of me and she was in a sleeveless salwar tops. Stunned by moms action, then she laid on the bed, with in a second. ” Ms. Hartwall paused.“I have asked her to punish you using the implements that I have selected, and you will take whatever she gives you and do so with no fuss, young lady.” The Head Mistress got to her feet and looked down on her daughter.“Cause her any trouble then I will put you over my knee when I get home tonight and I’ll make sure that you won’t sit for a week. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Katie’s mum tried to use her most severe teacherly tone.The seventeen-year-old shook her.