All day she'd managed to hang around close not giving me a chance tochange. She'd insisted that I get my yard work done today if I wantedthe car this ...eekend."Mark is going to pick me up," she explained.Finally at about six, she got ready for her date and I rushed to my roomto beat off before my balls exploded.Only lying across my pillow I found the top of the nitie. Pinned to itwas note."Bobbi," I know that you are wearing the matching pantys. And that you have beenwearing and masturbating. Now I certainly couldn't try to runaway looking like this. I had no way to not look like a dainty, demure,delicate young lady, unless it was to look like a bimbo or an evendaintier little girl. I felt trapped more than ever. I just wanted toscream and cry, just like a little girl. I knew though that I had to goget ready, otherwise I'd be screaming and crying for real from apunishment for Mistress Helen, or worst, Master William.So I unhooked the pink bow and the beehive bun attachment and went. Go and have a cold shower that will calm you down."She then got out of bed and with no modesty at all, leant over and kissed me. "Pop, I'll be sleeping with you from now on and you needn't be such a gentleman from now on." Then she kissed me on the lips like a butterfly touches a flower and kept her lips there for about ten seconds. "I love you," she said as she left the bedroom her breasts bouncing on her chest and her bottom with a little wiggle.I lay back on to the pillow and just stared at. He disguised it by placing the story in St. Louis, and using many local landmarks in the story, yet it was there, that subtle thing that identified an author. Jennifer found that she had finished the book at four am, and felt suddenly hungry. She made eggs and hash browned potato’s, and some toast. She ate the off schedule breakfast, and showered. She was bone tired, and fell into bed, asleep in minutes. Jennifer woke at noon, feeling refreshed and troubled. The book had been an extremely.