She warily walked over,seductively shaking her rear in the process. "You were pretty smart inhigh school, possibly smarter than me. And you were right...about myselection of girls, I dig the bimbos. I hate any girl that can challengemy thought processes. So, Nicole, how have you expanded your mind in thetime we've been apart?" Well," Nicole began but then stopped. Her eyes went out of focus for asecond then came back. "everything is, like, cloudy. I, I *giggle* don'tlike this. Well, it totally. I went back to thebar and poured drinks and delivered them. Some of the men smiled at meand whispered crude comments to the women they were speaking to.The men were very forward and lewd with the women and openly fondled themand spoke to them quite lasciviously. I tried to ignore the goings onand took around trays of canap?s and more drinks. I cleaned up as I wentas I had been directed to do.After a short period the men began to disrobe. Some stripped down totheir underwear and some. And, far from objecting to me sitting so close to her mother, she even gave a satisfied smile when she saw us. “How lovely to see you two getting along so well,” was the unspoken message. Jennifer sat on the sofa too, but not beside me, at the other end, leaving Janet in the middle, beside me, closer than ever. Touching each other. Our hips and upper thighs pressed together. She crossed her legs over the other way and rotated slightly towards her daughter, and now the soft backs of her thigh. Whether he was telling me the truth or just relaying back what Miss Loretta had told him to say, I could not tell, but he seemed genuine enough, and since I did need the training, I had little choice but to take him at his word.Loretta led me through a variety of different instruments and procedures, from simple hand spankings to paddles, belts, hair brushes, wooden spoons and a few other, more exotic, devices that I was certain would never become a part of my arsenal. She taught me about welts.