It is delicious. With both stockings on, I held out each foot in turn and had Nigel slip my boots on. Every so often I'd glance up and check that my f...iend was still watching. I wondered if he now had some new photos to add to his collection. "Boy?" "Yes Miss." "We are being watched." "Would you like me to draw the curtains?" "No thank you, that's fine." "Yes Miss." "Are my boots dirty?" "I can clean them for you Miss." "Why don't you do just that?" Nigel knelt at my feet and began to lick my. Everyone was blown away by the show of love from a son to his mother, but none more so then Debbie -- she was weeping and out of breath. Those around her thought her physical reactions to her son's performance appropriate, but they had no idea her tears and breathlessness was for a very different reason.Back stage Justine was congratulated by everyone, especially his teacher who had tried for years to get that type of performance and emotion out of him. Debbie couldn't trust herself to go back. Once more his voice had taken on an imperious tone.“I’ll stand,” I spat back at him, resorting to my limited vocabulary once again, speaking the Forest People’s dialect so that Makot could understand my words.My response startled everyone. Makot glared at me for a moment. Sakkor began to slip away, obviously expecting trouble once again. The two hunters standing behind Makot bristled with annoyance. For a moment, I was steeling myself for something more than a simple tongue lashing. I wasn’t. “I think you’ve created a monster,” she told Jessica.“What do you mean?”“Katrina! She won’t keep her hands off me. Every time nobody’s around she starts fondling me. Yesterday we were the only ones in the girls’ room, and she asked if she could go down on me in one of the stalls. She’s out of control.”“So ask her to stop,” said Jessica.“When I ask her to stop, she does, but I’m afraid she’s going to do something stupid and get us all in trouble. Listen to this — yesterday, after practice, I.