"Aunt Marti got out of bed walked to the table to get her cell phone.I looked at Alice. "Do I get any say in this?"Alice looked at me like I was a sma...l child who had just asked a question whose answer was completely obvious to anyone over three years old. "No, you don't. Marti and I are teaching you to be a great lover. You should appreciate the individual attention we're giving you. Jan will provide the same level of individual instruction, too." But, she's my mother!" Who better to teach. Unaccustomed to alcohol and in particular champagne, Pia downed her's quickly only to find it refilled quicker than she could bat her long lashes with, not that I did not see her expression change as the magic bubbles did their work, actually they were working on me too, and I began to wonder if this particular bottle was not fortified with a little something extra to encourage a lessening of inhibitions, Bertie's eyes remained focused and the pert breasts of my daughter, her nipples in. ‘Aimee?’ A sniffle came from the bathroom. He pushed open the door and flicked on the light. ‘What are you doing?’ She was in the bathtub, up to her neck in bubbles, with the lights off. ‘Just taking a bath.’ Her voice was shaky, a half ghost of the woman who taunted him into spanking her nearly every night. ‘What’s wrong?’ She refused to look at him. He crossed to the tub and pried her face around to his. The eyes were big, blue, and full of tears. ‘I’d rather not talk about it.’ ‘I would. She wakes slowly, the pain in her body harsh and she whimpers when she remembers where she is and what has happened.'Do you want food or drink first'?He pours the cup full of water and brings it for her to drink. He winds her up and moves the pot under her again then sits at the table looking out the window at the first Grey streaks of dawn while she relieves herself. He gets up and relieves himself in the bare corner of the room to give her more time.He returns, removes the chamber pot, pulls.