That loneliness made me vulnerable. Not sure if Michael saw it, but he came at the perfect time. It started on a random Tuesday when I stepped out to ...et the mail. Michael was walking past and called for my attention. I’m very much used to getting the attention of men. My 36DD cup and big/full booty are to thank for that. And being a loyal wife and mom, I usually don’t let the conversations get too far.But Michael was different. He didn’t bring the conversation there. It was genuine. He. Still though, mother stood by his side as devoted and loyal as ever. It broke her heart every day to see him like that, but she did find some solace in being there for him for every day he had left in this world. Her biggest regret was that their daughters would never know his touch like she did, but now that I had returned to their lives, hopefully that would change.When I asked about the differences in everyone's appearance, mother explained that we got them from Margaret and Travis. Margaret. He hands me a towel and says "Here, take those clothes off and dry yourself off" I look at him like what..."I'll throw them in the dryer for you, here's something to wear while you wait." He places clothes on the arm chair and I take off my shirt and wrap the towel around my waist and remove my shorts. He departs with the wet clothes as I stand there drying off. Once I'm done I reach down and notice all he left me was a t-shirt. I leave the towel wrapped around my waist. When he returns he. ” I grabbed her by the hair and said “Bitch you are lying and I am not even half way done with your spanking.” With the paddle, I was able to hit her ass harder and faster. She was really crying now and sobbing. She said “Please Master, please stop. i promise to be a great fuck slave.” I said nothing and got into a good rhythm of hitting one ass cheek and then the other. She was getting so loud from crying, sobbing and begging me to stop that I had to turn on the radio so the neighbors would.