I was...” Her smile faded. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ... Addison was one of my best friends in middle school.”“Kimber? That Kimber? ... remember you.” My mind did a quick calculation. She should be, what, eighteen or nineteen now? “How are you?”Her smile returned. “I’m fine.” She looked me up and down. “You look like you’re doing well, too.”“Looks can deceive.” From behind me, the counter server got my attention, passing me the precooked meal to take home.Kimber moved closer and studied the. "Just a quick demonstration," I said softly and introduced her to the paddle with three hard swats that made her yelp.As mom walked in with a pretty red and black lacy garter belt, I made Jennifer stand up and made Brenda put the belt around her daughter's waist, then kneel and draw the stockings up each of her daughter's long legs and do up the clips. Then I put her back standing beside her daughter.I walked around them, admiring them both, front and back, for a few minutes. They looked so. His other hand slid between my legs andstroked my opening.I was primed and there was no denying it. "Perfect",he said. It was the only words spoken between us thus far.I flushed all over. He pushed a finger deep inside me andat the same time his tongue slid between my lips. My legswent weak. Thank God my hand was supporting me on the counterand his other hand was pressed against my stomach holdingme to the wall. I reached into his hair with my free hand andmoaned aloud in delight. His finger. “’Cos I’m gonna take you out back and rape you, and I want your sex wet and ready when I do.” The red flush on her face is now on her neck. Bullet hard nipples point out at her shirt.“But I don’t wan…….” Again a short sharp flick of my hand as if to go slap her. Another recoil flinch.“Stop lying to me, and lying to yourself,” I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her thoughts, as the side of my hands chop at the table, showing her a hard face slap.