And the ‘S’ should be capitalized too!! Not ‘sir MISTER’. It’s ‘Sir, MISTER Sir’ with a capital ‘S’! You got it totally wrong. Oh my...gosh, what am I going to do with you?” I typed. Then again, I followed almost immediately with a smiley, but she did too, almost at exactly the same moment. Clearly, we’re both playing the same game, and it’s made me rock hard.“I’m sorry, Sir, MISTER Sir. You are right. I am so sorry. I am so bad. I say bad things. I do bad things. I think bad things. I think. No, she did her aging the old fashioned way. Sheignored it, and when she couldn't ignore it, she just accepted it as herown. Still, Jane Thompson was as fit as most women two decades herjunior. There were just some times she wished she had a portrait shecould hide in her own attic to get old in place of her.Leaving Garters to move around as she wished, Jane wandered over to thefull length mirror she'd long ago had installed in the stable. Thiswas, after all, Seasons House. Her students. Your response was quick, but not quick enough, and anyway, I am looking forward to an excuse for punishment."That is correct, slave, but not fast enough. You will be punished when you reach the destination, now give your clothes to the driver." Yes, Goddess." The partition comes down and you push the paper bag through. The driver hands you another bag and tells you to put on what's inside, then closes the partition again.You open the bag and find two ankle straps, two wrist straps, and a. I had found a suitable purse and evenbought a woman's coat with a fake fur collar. I had become quite brazenafter my experience at Payless! The day finally came. I got up early and took a long shower. I sat inthe tub and shaved my legs. I could see no reason to go through all theother steps I had ahead of me that day and have unsightly leg hairshowing through my hose! Since I had open toed shoes, the night before I had painted my toenailsthe same color Suzy had picked out for my nails. It.