"There have beenlots of my things missing over the last six months!" She exclaimed. Patwas blushing a bright red as he exclaimed that he didn't have a...ythingelse of hers and that he was just wearing these panties because he wasout of his own underwear. When Mary heard that she dragged him off of thechair and then up the stairs to his room."We'll see about that!" She said angrily. Once inside his room she pulledpair after pair of his jocky shorts out of his top drawer, then afterplanting her. It was good that I had this simple work to do or else my head wouldhave exploded into a thousand pieces! So Tom and I were as we had beenbefore, with him behind me directing my hands.It was all very comforting, to have him so close during the constantstroking of the horse, and the fact that I was accomplishing something.Even if this task was of such little importance, it gradually silencedthe chattering in my mind and in that way calmed me.Until Tom had contrived to entangle me so, I hadn't. I put 2 finger in her pussy, curled them upwards, and vigorously rubbed her G spot, at first she was telling that she wanted me to rub her clit, and she would cum. Then a few seconds later, she started to pant, and whine, and make noises like a Lamaze class, and then she CAME! Oh my God she was squirting as I worked her G spot over, I brought my thumb up, and while still rubbing her G spot, I hit her clit, and she started to cum started again, and she squirted AGAIN! She came, and squirted,. As I was soon to learn, those days were gone forever, or at least for the next year of my life.The nightmare began when Donna escorted me out of the mediation to the hoots and catcalls of a mob of mustachioed harpies. After we ran the gauntlet, I was ushered into a waiting minivan and driven to salon in the gay area of Chicago known as "Boys Town". When Donna and I entered the salon, an evil-looking woman was waiting for us in the lobby."You must be Mr. Thrope," she said with elaborate.