What is your answer, Emma?“Emma hadn’t expected to have to make that decision today but was now far too aroused to do anything other than agree to...Miss Jackson’s terms and kept hold of the table but managed to turn her head, and said, “I agree I will come back whenever you demand, Miss Jackson, and take however many strokes you decide.” She then looked back at the tabletop and waited, but got even more tense but also even more aroused by submitting to the new regimeMiss Jackson smiled as she. They had to be appealing to me. I would make the determination whether or not they were worthy of an evening of my time. The bartender an attractive young man smiles and asks me what I am drinking ... I tell him a Manhattan and he tells me it's "Comin' right up!" I scope out the scene.There's an orange hue ... the huge basket woven-like chandeliers leave one to see Indonesian and Spanish influence ... the giant art that hangs on the wall has a Georgia O'Keeffe style that creates a sensual and. Then Kitty and I made love. Dad kept a close eye on us but never said a word. I saw Mom trying to get him to take her to bed but he wouldn’t. However, he did take her outside. Kitty and I finished and Mildred crawled in with us to wait for Mom to come back. It wasn’t long before she came in and told us that it had worked. Dad had taken her outside and fucked her in the grass.Kitty asked Mom if she had remembered to bring their birth control pills, she had not. In fact Mom had forgotten hers. “I’ve been thinking,” you say as you fondle me through my shirt. “About what?” I ask. “About what it would be like to send you over the edge in five strokes.” With a smirk, I grab in between your legs, and feel your erection. I watch you smile and feel you throb in my hand. “What makes you think I can go over so easily?" I say. "Judging by how turned on you are I bet I could send you just as fast,” I say. I kiss your neck, tracing my tongue up and down and stroking you at the same time. You.