”“You’re not my real mom.” Frieda muttered as near inaudibly as she could. It was probably the nicest thought she had about Val all day.“Wha... did you say young lady?” The older woman snapped.“I was just--”“You think can just take out your spoiled little rich girl shit out on me?” She growled. “I--”“I was just being a snot.” Frieda shrugged. “I’ll--”“You’ll be answering to your father is what you’ll be doing,” Val huffed. “When he gets home there’ll be hell to pay. I hope he finally has the. " But what? You still did it! And I think you made a positive impression on her, too." Well, we'll find that out at my next press conference." You know what I think you should do? I think you should testify before the committee, and then write a story both on your experience with your augmentation therapy, and your subsequent testimony." He smiled."I'll call Dr. Barton back and tell him I'll testify before the committee. No suh-penis, er, subpoena necessary. And I don't have a single negative. On one memorable evening I used a wooden paddle on Mandys big tits, the sort of little padle which has spiky plastic 'flowers' on one side. These look innocent enough, but are vicious. If you apply the plastic flowers to already paddle skin they will easily break the skin. Following a vigorous paddling with this instrument, Mandys breasts were bruised and a little blood was showing. I then took her into the bathrom and had her kneel in the shower as I pissed on her tits. The hot pee must have. Obviously when Jack had converted the large home into a Bed and Breakfast, he'd had to do some rearranging of the rooms. The closet used to be a hallway to another room, which must have another entrance. I tested the knob. It was locked. Jack obviously felt that it was easier to simply keep the door locked than cover it over. I was about to go to my bath when I noticed the keyhole. It was the type found on doors long ago. Big and... well, inviting. There was light shining through it, so.