"That's odd..." she said, as she hung up the phone. "I guess it was just another senior moment."But suddenly, Janice found her mind flooded with image....Paul wearing a bra.Paul wearing lingerie.Paul being spanked."What's happening to me??" she cried out."Holy cow..." Jack muttered as he hung up the phone. "So that's what Paul did with my mind-control drug."Jack shook his head. He had made only two doses of the drug. He had given one to Paul -- for his 40th birthday present, and the other was. They had too much energy to sit still for a ball game. They alternated racing around the room with sitting by their dads. Rob got the same treatment from Logan as Martin did: being sized up as a dad wannabe. Rob didn't mind. He got some attention from his own Daniel.The smaller ones were content to crawl into a lap and listen. The women started teaching the children about the superabundance of moms. For little Morgan, it was a game of "Where's Mama Claire?" followed by a pointed finger in. With about five long staples through each pussy lip, they were stitched tightly against the girl's thighs. Her clit was now also exposed. Victoria clamped it with a small alligator clamp on a string and tied the string off to one of the body belts keeping #44 tied to the table. The girl had big trouble with all the blood raining down on her. She had to gulp down and swallow huge amounts of the foul thick liquid to keep her lips and nose free to breathe air. Victoria used her spiked crop on. As I struggled with the knowledge I was sprung, Sara leaned back against a bench and teasingly raised her dress slightly so that I could now see well above her knees. She looked down at her own pantyhosed legs and my eyes followed. Her smile went as she went all serious. "Do you like these, Dave?" How was I supposed to answer that? Over the years, I had regularly perved on her hosed legs. Of course I liked them. Right then, I wanted to reach over and run my hands along those superb legs. Sara.