Don't forget that. When we met I told you my parents haddivorced when I was 11. That was true. What I didn't tell you was that myname was Francis, or ...rank, at that time. I had always been my mother'sboy, so there was no question of my father getting custody of me. Hedidn't even try,but if he had I would have run away, back to my mother.Anyway, after the divorce, my mother and I became even closer, if that waspossible. I always loved the way she dressed and I didn't hide it. I usedto tell her I. Again, if Lissa had been a child, Greg wouldn't have thought anything of the gesture. But with her almost nineteen, there was something vaguely sexual about it. Probably just his own imagination again, he decided.There was a little more to it this time though. Allison rubbed the towel all over her body, and he noticed that she didn't have any compunction about touching her more intimate spots this time. Granted, her hands were always separated from Lissa's skin by the cloth of the towel, but. I reached the widest point, his cheeks flushed. I held it there, knowing it hurt, knowing he liked the hurt. I could hear his little grunts through the bit gag. I pushed it further. It slipped properly into place. “There Pet. How does that feel?” He moaned in pleasure. I released him from his bonds. I suspected I had him broken. I took his gag out.I rolled him gently onto his back, keeping just the collar on.I slipped my index and middle finger of my left hand into the collar, sliding my pussy. That was a great relieffor me and Granny. I could graduate from the high school I was attendingnow. At the same time, Granny wouldn't be left alone.I still babysat Ozzie's sisters, Erica and Melody. Melody was alreadyeight and Erica started elementary school that year. Ozzie was datingand partying, but he worked on weekends. That's why I was spending moreand more time with the girls this year.* * *I was coming home regularly, visiting with my rents and sis. I enjoyedthe time with them and I.