"It happens but not to often." she remarked on her way out of the room.Returning to her dressing room she sat and held her head for a moment. Looking ...round she noticed her desk needed a good dusting and the plant needed watering. Taking a deep breath, she rose from the chair and headed to the kitchen where she filled a container and returned to water the plant. Saving half the water she took it to his room and watered the plant there. "You know there's one sure cure for a headache." she. She was beautiful. Her nudeness accentuated by the leash she held inher left hand. I was on the other end of that leash. My breasts werethrust out by the white lace platform bra I wore. My white ruffledpanties hid my now nutless condition. A visual trip down my legs showedwhite seamed stockinged legs ending in the 10 inch heels I tottered on.I don't know whether the gasps from the attendees were for Carol'sbeauty or my humiliation. Out of the corner of my eye I could see myrelatives. I moved to her side and lay next to her as I held her until her breathing evened out."Brian? Aren't you going to ... you know?" You asked for a very special Christmas present, Jen. I need your explicit permission," I whispered. Her whole body shook against me as she clutched me to her. Jennifer always got off on giving permissions, even to spank her."My ... explicit... ?" I nodded. "Brian, I give you explicit permission..." she stroked my bare cock and pulled me toward her. " ... my permission. A mistake, apparently. Before shestopped counting, Aidan had sent her sixteen text messages and at leastas many voice mails since she left New Jersey two days ago. Each one ofthese messages angrier and more self-deprecating in content than the onebefore, alternating in a pattern as familiar and predictable as one ofthose mathematical curves she'd half-learned about in school.Yes, she was well aware that the closer anyone got to her the more shefelt she had to back up in order to re-establish.