She was able to lean on professional courtesy and get me an appointment within the month.I was still incapable of walking very far, so I was moved in ... wheelchair. Susan claimed the right to push me, and she won the battle with the other women after a long discussion. Mary drove her SUV to take me to the appointment, and Susan had taken a day off from school to go with us to be the motive power for the wheelchair. Nancy was along as my therapist and resident medical authority.We went in to see. You know that, and I know that. The question is whether we are going to have an ugly fight first or read some nice stories first." You talk like Papa." Memere did sound like Papa, and not just the way that everybody but Maman and her special friends and the people at school talked English like Papa did."Get your books and Wot, and I'll tell you a story that isn't in any of them. It's a short story, so we'll have a couple of books after. Dad books only." Wot, who had started out as a pink plush. None of the ladies were absolute stunners by any means, but one caught my eye. She was pretty with a nice body and she was Barbara. She was mid to late 40's with greying hair. She wasn't thin and she wasn't fat either. About 5' 6" tall an about 160lbs. When she moved in her seat I could see from the clothing she wore that she was very ample in the chest area.I introduced myself and they were all fascinated by my English accent and making chat was easy enough. I found out the group of ladies had. Cock! Master." I pulled her in close and held her tight, stroking her hair and cooing softly, "good... good... it looks like I might not have to Rape my dear Sister today, after all, but, we can only see." She tensed and started shivering at the mention of me raping my Sister Kelly, then relaxed into total submission as she remembered the stakes. I held my Mother at arm's length for a few seconds before slamming her face to the floor and saying, "Now beg Mother dear! beg for what you serve!".