It was still an hour before her alarm was set to go off. She turned the clock off and got up. Immediately, she went to her laptop and booted it up. Af...er connecting the network cable to it, she set it up to receive files. A window came up displaying text regarding the files uploading into her computer. It even included the IP address they were coming from. I didn't recognize the files that were copying onto her computer, but I had an idea of what they were for. I also noted how Pamela felt. "I pointed her toward my bedroom to change telling her that there was a robe hanging in the closet. I was in the kitchen boiling some hotdogs when she returned carrying her jeans and panties. She was wearing one of my t-shirts that barely covered her crotch. Her nipples denting the front of the t-shirt made it clear that she was wearing nothing underneath. I directed her toward the laundry machines while I set the table with paper plates, mustard, ketchup, relish, potato chips, sodas and hot. They soon gotthe hint that they'd been noticed. The children were soon concentrating ontheir performance instead, and gave a good rendition of the classic carol.Anne, Helen and Julie both applauded, with their daughters leaving thestage with a smile.The 1st year juniors were next, so the sisters caught a glance of oneanother as one lot left the stage and the next lot walked on.After the show, the parents got up and headed off to the various classroomsto wait for their children. Sandra obviously. I know why he needs me to humiliate him. To tell him that I see him for all that he is, only to disgrace him with vulgar displays of power. His self-possession is up for sale, and the cost is humorously low. I plead with his naive emotions. Saving him would be easy, but I'm not remotely interested in that.Tonight, his masculinity is too much. His unmoored desires have festered. He is beaten and will be beated. His life's desire, his last unfilled wish rest between my legs. It is projection of a.