There was a choice of several entree's and several different choices for wine. When Joan started to order a glass of wine, Sara cut in with "No alcoh...l tonight for Joan. She is already feeling no pain from some pain pills that you can't mix with alcohol." Forgot," said Joan. "I guess it's water or 7up for me tonight." Why the pain pills?" asked Ron."It's nothing," explained Sara. "Besides, it's all behind her now."Joan shot a very stern stare at Sara.Kevin started to ask something else, but. What if I forgot my lines. What if he realised it was a setup? They got their pretend text from Mark at 2 pm and went and told Mr. Johnson that they needed a ride to the Mall. He begrudgingly agreed. Now it was just a case of escaping upstairs and the three of us getting ready. The girls expertly applied my make-up to look like theirs. They showed me where my slutty outfit was in the wardrobe, then got dressed themselves. They decided on a tamer version of what I was going to be wearing which. Emma walked slowly away from him, making sure to sway her hips as she did; it had the desired effect of leading his eyes down to her ass.He would have been hard as a rock if not for the cool water. He made sure to cover his now-flaccid penis as he stood up to follow her.Emma bent over at the hips to pick Bruiser up out of the water. Brent could see her puffy lips from between her thighs again.Back on the beach, she put Bruiser down on the ground; he immediately walked away from her and plopped. When I confessed that to mom she told me, "Listen to me now son, I know where of I speak. You are a master. Your slaves must accept you as you are. Believe me when I say that you must present yourself as the consummate stud. If you act the part, then they will see you as such, and they will acknowledge you as a true master. If Beverly laughs at my master, then she must be punished immediately. I would think a few harsh slaps should do it, and the same for Tina, if you feel it is.