What do you say?No more tantrums and immaturities?? She helped a weakened Kate to her feettowering over the little woman. She led Kate by the hand to ...he private bathroom.It was quite large with a shower stall and a big make up mirror. She sat Katedown by the mirror. ?Lets get you cleaned up.? She cleaned away the smeared make up and Kate justclosed her eyes feeling safe as the woman gently stroked her. She heard thewoman rummage though some drawers and then ran the water. ?Now lets make you. They were already standing out in excited anticipation. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes as she rubbed the fine silk over them, pinching them hard, her nails digging into the erect nubbins.She rolled her eyes in amazement. The plug. She had nearly forgot it. Picking it up, she ran her fingers over the black latex butt plug, thinking of the hours of pleasure it had given her. She placed it base down on the stool, lowered her pantyhose and commenced sitting down on it. She used no lube,. Weren't they worth wearing nice clothes for? If not them, who, for goodness sake?I took a page from Mrs. Reynolds book and put on a buttonless gold shirt with a matching chain-mail belt. The front hung open all the way down below my navel. The belt held the tails closed at the tops of my thighs and the back hung down just below my read end. The sides were slit up above my waist and the filmy gold fabric was sheer. If I had tan-lines, they would have been visible. As it was, the shirt appeared. So, for now, being 40, I was ok. I usually get up early on Saturday’s and cook breakfast for the family. But that particular Saturday I just couldn’t seem to wake up enough to get out of bed. I just kept rolling over and going back to sleep. When I did wake up, my life changed. The reason I woke up was because I felt someone’s hand on my chest and whispering my name. When I opened my eyes, it was Tara! She said ‘you know if you sleep naked, one of the kids may walk in on you. At that point I.