"Enjoy it sweetheart," she said as she placed the tiny steak within mygrasp. "Mom, would you pass me the ketchup?" I asked her. She laughed and replie..., "For what? For your broccoli?"I laughed in return and asked if she'd just do as I requested. We satthere eating in silence when at length Mom said, "Joan, I hate to springthis on you now, but our lives are changing." I knew something was afoot but not wanting to presuppose anything I simplyresponded "Oh?" "It seems," she said at length between. "What is it Mom? Is Sierra OK?" she asked, knowing her daughter was not the reason for her mother's visit."Sierra's fine dear. It's Carmine. She's left!" What do you mean left?" asked Cathy, feigning ignorance."She left this note on the table. I checked her room. There's a bag and some of her clothes missing."Cathy read the note, of which she already knew the contents. The handwriting was unmistakably Carmine's. If Dahlgrin could produce fantasy lovers, a simple imitation of handwriting would. I told that she wasn’t. She’d gone to her parent’s and would be back in a few days. I asked if I could be of any assistance. Nazia laughed and, with some embarrassment, said she had bought a dress for a party the next evening and was looking for an opinion as to how it looked.Nazia was by far the prettiest woman I had seen in our apartment complex. She apparently had a good job, as she always dressed in expensive outfits that showed her beautiful legs and calves, and made the most of the huge. Please climb on the bed and put your face underneath hers – and enjoy yourself.”Still reeling from this whole surprising scenario, I did as instructed and climbed onto the bed as Lien removed the ball gag from Fiona’s mouth. I put my head under Fiona’s face and she leant down and kissed me and whispered, “I love this, darling, I hope you do too.”But then I heard Lien call out, “Shut up, slut, no speaking!” and immediately I heard the paddle strike Fiona’s bum and she jerked with the shock of.