ADarkAngel: “Well, you brought it up. I’m just stating my preference. However, as needed, type Microsoft and excuse yourself to the restroom to pu...l out the plug. I’m not going to put you through something you are not ready for yet. Either way, I want a report of how things went.”K5: “No, Miss. I want it in.”K5: “Makes me feel like a slut.”K5: “Your dirty whore.”That did it. She lit my fuse and I couldn’t hold back the devil in me.ADarkAngel: “Mmmmm... Good girl. Wiggle your ass for me.”Seconds. Christine had planned another special meal for what was to be Gavin's last night before he moved out. She worked in the kitchen, worried about her boy leaving home, particularly having seen the mess he was moving into. She worried too about what he had done, what he was capable of. She really wanted her little boy back.Laying out a chicken breast on the chopping board, she covered it with cling-film and proceeded to pound it with a rolling-pin to flatten it out. The pounding was therapeutic and. James nearly fell over in embarrassment. Deep down he knew the girl'ssecret. He'd been reluctant to go along with the plan at first. But hissister had convinced him and now she'd worked some kind of magicaltransformation. All he saw in front of him was one of the mostbeautifully stunning girls he'd ever laid eyes on. The light little peckon his cheek made him turn an even darker shade of red. He looked down asshe grasped his hand, covering it with his second hand. "Thank you," hesaid softly. "Any woman would like that kind of massage, Michael, if it was done gently-"I twisted my hand, pulling her hair more tightly around my hands. "I'm not talking about gently, mom. I'm saying that some girls hate having their hair pulled in any way, and others can't get enough of it." I pulled my hands up so that her face was level with my own. I was drunk, and I was looking into my my mother's sexy eyes, glowing blue from the light of the t.v."I've learned that those that like to have their hair.