Me: That's good. You better not be. I really don't want to have topunish you.I sneak glances at his bikini bottom. As he is rubbing my legs, I noticea...little twitch every now and then. His tiny chastity cage is pressingagainst the metallic-orange fabric. His tiny cock must be straining andpulsing -desperate for relief. I know exactly what to do. Withouttelling him, I abruptly turn over in the lounge chair so that I am on mystomach. I rest my head on my hands.Me: Now do the back of mommy's. I guess I sometimes wish I could be like her.”“You mean...” I said, feeling the desire within her rise a little more.“I mean, I wish I had a body like hers, and use it like she does. But she isn’t what I want to be, and it makes me feel really bad that I sometimes feel that way.”“Jennifer,” my mom said in a tone of voice that meant she was going to talk a while. “When I was your age, my mother used to tell me that boys only liked me for my looks and not for what I was inside. I didn’t believe. His name is &hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,. and he likes women. At that time, I saw a couple came to see the Guru and I told the Guru that I should bring my wife next evening. When I reached my house, my wife was not at home. I quickly took a bath and applied the ointment and powder on my body and the wax to my lips. In the afternoon, my wife came back. As she entered the house, she scented a strange fragrance. She asked me what that good smell was. I told her it was an ointment for men. She. The very concept was so far out of my experience as to be unbelievable”. “Yes” he said “there is a rumour that a small group of women meet secretly to engage in bestiality. I want you to find out if the rumours are true. Can you do it?” I immediately said yes, although I had no idea how to go about it. He added “you will have to find a way to get into this group, if it exists, and get evidence. I don’t imagine it will be dangerous but just be careful anyway”. He then gave me a website address..