. panties?" I'd almost called themdiapers, but I didn't want to think of them as that, especially since I waswearing a pair of them.Aunt Joan's cheek ...ubbed my ear as she nodded. "That's right, Bobby. Theyhave a special website for kids and parents dealing with bed-wetting." Shebegan clicking through the site, pointing out where they had info about whysome kids wet their beds and how to wake up dry more often. We even spent alittle time scrolling through their message board, looking at post. ..A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. “You all have obsessions,” he observed.To the first mother, Mary, he said, “You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.”He turned to the second Mom, Ann: “Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”He turned to the third Mom, Joyce : “Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child’s name, Brandy.”At this. The initial stinging pain gives way to pleasure as soon as the belt lifts from my skin. I am so tender, so sensitive, so wet, so his. The belt comes down again, across my hips, and again. He pauses and his fingers run up my thighs and around my clit, briefly, too briefly. He moves his hand back and they are replaced by another blow from the belt- a stinging blow in my most sensitive spot. I moan as the pain fades into pleasure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the. "I don't know guys. Would we give up everything tocome here? I'd rather just go back home."I looked at her and said, "Ok, if this is really there is no way I amgoing back to a boring life knowing that magic exists. I can't do that.If it's fake, this is just some drug trip and we'll wake up in thehospital." Marcus snorted. I said, "So do we do this?" They both noddedin agreement. I stepped forward to Alexandra, saying, "Ok. We accept."Suddenly, a stone bowl rose out of the ground and Nicholas.