My life will be a very dangerous one; more dangerous than being a slaver, and yours more so until you get trained."I'm going to get cleaned up and get...my horses ready. Meri, you have until I'm ready to leave to make your choice. If you have a question, just ask Grandma Kira." I stood and looked at the assembled women. Seeing Kira standing there with a shocked expression, I waved to her and asked her to help me with the horses."Kira," I started when we got to the barn, "what I said earlier was. The owner, Jim, caught his wife posing as a dominatrix on line. Withhelp from Bernadette he set up a sting and hired another dominatrix to terrorizehis wife. As a result the wife gave up her interest in BDSM and the two reconciledtheir marriage. Perhaps Jim could be of help in my situation. A phone callwas made and it was my lucky day. His wife was out of town for a religiousretreat and he offered to see Bernadette and myself at his home in Madisononly about 15 minutes away. Shortly thereafter. Imagine, therefore, her astonishment at beholding her keys still in the lock of her apartment door!"Well! That's a bit of luck! I must have forgotten them in the excitement this morning and left them in the lock, and they've been there all day! Very careless, but what a wonderful time to have a memory lapse!It was assuredly very unlike Veronica to make ANY mistakes, no matter how trivial. She was famous at work for her reliability and attention to detail. But we all slip up sometimes!She let. ”I moved my hand to Mom’s other leg and began gently stroking the skin under her other buttock. There wasn’t a mark to be seen but the skin was just as soft.“It is bigger,” I said as I let my fingers stray further between Mom’s legs. “Does it hurt more?”“A little,” Mom replied.Christ, I really wanted to push my other hand under her panties to cup her ass and let my thumb slide into her crack, but I didn’t dare. I was amazed at what I was doing, let alone touching her bare ass. Mom let me rub.