. . I masturbated without permission." His ears were burning."I'm sorry, Mistress Tate," he added sincerely."You masturbated without permission," she... repeated quietly as sheflicked his nipples. "Is that all? You didn't do anything else?" Um. . . I tried on some of Ms. Anderson's panties, Mistress Tate." Some of them? Do you remember how many?" Flick, flick. He frowned, replaying in his mind how he had frolicked in them. "Sevenor eight pairs, Mistress Tate." "Seven or eight? Which is it? . It was ... I’m a little freaked out,” Val said.He put an arm around her protectively. He noticed that she was really shaking. Worried that she might be going into shock, he asked, “Are you okay?”“I don’t know. I’m shaking,” Val said.“We’d better call your parents,” Danny said.Val was shaking too much to get her phone out of her purse. One handed, Danny grabbed the phone and went to her contacts. Her home number was right there at the top. He pressed the little green phone on the screen that. " He saw that she had been drinking, too; there was a laxness around her mouth, and she was just a little careless about how she leaned over. Glynn could see the rounded top moundings of his mom's big, high tits as she bent to straighten out her stockings. ‘Damn, he thought; a guy could lose himself between those fine, firm boobs.’ and for the first time, let his mind run free with the images that he'd so often crowded into the far corners of his head. ‘Man, oh man!’ A couple of years ago, his. “I'm sure he is, he's been talking about it for years. But I'm surprised they would come all the way out her. Did she say when?” I asked. “Not this coming weekend I hope.”“No,” she said, giving me the dates her mom had mentioned. “They have reservations at a place near post but we'll probably have to do a lot with them while they're here. Actually, I told her I wasn't sure if you'd be able to get any time off since we don't have much leave yet.”“Thanks, that's good. That will give me some.