Lena let her know that he was secretly pleased, but he had no intention of letting her know that.Finally, she was done. She thumbed out, and went towa...d the front. She had "asked" Lena to have the two of them decide what movie to go to, preferably before she got to the box office.They did, but she groaned at the choice. It was the chick flick David had avoided the day before. She got the tickets, filling out more paperwork than before (and annoying the other people in line) in the process. And. I don't think you don't care. I'm no expert, but it sounds like you're addicted to sex. Maybe you should cut back." Wow, if only drug abuse meetings gave such sound advice." I remarked."Point taken." Chris muttered. "But still. It's important, especially for your future relationships, to recognize the emotional value of sex. Jer and I only do it on special occasions, like when we really feel the love." You guys fuck?!" I asked in shock.He nodded with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Oh, can he. He logically began tosuspect the influence of the Butterfly Salon, and the fact that shelooked significantly younger compared to her pre-Bullchester dayswas clearly evidence of this. Nevertheless, he felt he had to playalong for the moment.Not that this was terribly difficult for him to do, given thepartial thrill he was feeling at serving his mother like this...orwas it just his being so willfully submissive? His experiences withhis own father showed him how bad someone could get in. . But please give me permission to wail and cry.” “Puddy tat,” Sam called out. “You heard your sister slave. She wants to be able to wail and cry. ... Which means someone else has to keep the count.” Puddy tat hurried over and stood alongside Sam. “I will keep count for my sister slave, Mistress Samantha,” she said. “Do you wish me to speak her thanks for her?” “No, puddy,” Sam replied. “The count itself is sufficient. Remember it is forty in sets of ten.” “Yes, Mistress Samantha,” puddy tat.