” my mom stopped me there with a wave of her hand. There followed some reassurance of my current predicament and thenceforth further intimate revela...ions about my parents sexual predelictions. My mother was treating me as the man of the family now, laying foundations for a way forward in all our relationships. She moochied on over to my side, skittling on her bottom so I could still see her crotch clearly as she moved, the panties digging deeper into her pussy as she moved.She rested her. Ashley spoke first. "Dr. Ghurtholtz. I understand you're trying to prove that monsters are real, am I correct?"I nodded my head and asked, "Do you know of one?" She didn't answer right away, but I could tell she was trying to say something. I then took the initiative of inviting her into my home. I asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She thanked me, but declined. We then went into the living room and sat down across from each other. She seemed nervous, maybe even scared, just looking at. We know that much from your collar but not much else. Glad you got that right. You were picked up at the auction house after the explosion. I don't know what you were doing there; you do not look like their class of product." Am I ... am I ok?" Yes, I think so. You were brought in with your friend unconscious. We think you hit your head pretty hard and breathed some smoke too. You were showing signs of shock so we gave you some fluids, got you warmed up and put the monitor on you in case you. I can’t be a stripper! I’m only fifteen!” I begged.She ignored me and kept looking through the clothes.I started looking around at what was on the vanity and in the drawer. All the lipsticks were bright red and obviously used. I knew it was pointless to argue. I picked out the least gross looking lipstick I could find and put it on my lips. My hand was shaking. I didn’t have a lot of experience with makeup, since Mom wouldn’t allow me to wear it. I got it on, but it was messy. I looked silly.