My pity and fascination for your quivering self has just aboutevaporated." The last item on my list is an item which must be of my own choosing, butst...ll very feminine." Hmmmm, Mistress has given you a choice. Very unusual! She must love youvery much."How about more makeup?" I am sure Mistress has all that I will be needing. The lipsticks todaywere a test of my willing obedience and my sissy need of humiliation." How about a Salon Hair Dryer?" Been there, done that." Really, Judy, I was. He had come to ask about her research on case law, but his eyes had never left her chest. All right, she supposed her thirty-eight double-D breasts were still spectacular, even with the slight sag and new softness that was the result of breastfeeding Jackie for over a year. But it was not just her breasts that he was staring it. It was the tiny mole. He had repeatedly frowned, his brows furrowed as he ran his hands through those red curls that day. Maddie knew it meant one thing, he was. The eldest daughter of Mr and Mrs Clifton nextdoor, she was older than me by about 5-10 years. She was more mature than the rest of us kids growing up, but still cooler to hang out with than the grown ups when our parents would get together for one of the many neighbourly BBQs on their back deck.We had a close relationship with the Cliftons. I was about 4 or 5 when both our families had moved into the street about the same time.The summer nights were the best. While our parents would sit around. I hoped she calmed down before we got there. Damn, she had been ready to take on the whole DC police force for me. I wasn't sure I could cope with Amy, Megan and Cindi. It reminded me of Charlie's Angels.When we arrived at the White House, it looked like World War III had broken out, or something. There were Secret Service agents everywhere. Russ and David had to show their ID's three times just to get in. It didn't seem to matter if the agents guarding the area knew you or not. That was.