" She still couldn't forget any of the nasty shit that hermother had done to her, but the hatchet could stay well and truly buriedif her mother wasn't...going to get between her and Leslie. Richard wasconfused for a bit. Pressure? Leslie wasn't that bad off, she didn'tbruise easily or anything like that... oh. His mother had meant emotionalpressure. That wasn't going to happen, either."As for you, Richard, as long as Susie isn't going to try to put you onhormones or something like that," Heather. We're on vacation, remember." Yeah a vacation I'll never forget!" said Hunter. "Remember?" Yes I do," said his mother, tapping his foot. "Now give me the otherleg, because my plan wasn't to spend it as your slave." I know," said Hunter as she lathered it up. "And it's not like I wantyou to be." Doesn't seem like that though, does it?" said his mother, shaving aroundthe other ankle now. "Oh wait I forgot, at home I do wait on the princesshand and foot even before she's was one? Didn't I?". First class was fully booked and that was that. She had broughta change of clothing with her, not wanting to have to sit on a plane for 12hours in a business suit. She would be far more comfortable in jeans, a tee-shirtand trainers but before she changed she decided to have a cigarette, it mightbe the last one before the flight. The lounge was non smoking. How she hatedthe fascists who dictated smoking policies. She was not a heavy smoker, more ofa social smoker really, but sometimes she felt. SO AFTER DINNER I GOT EVERYONE SOME WINE AND WENT BACK IN TO THE KITCHEN AND CHANGED OUT OF MY DRESS AND UNDER NEATH MY DRESS WAS A LEATHER SET OF CHAPS AND A LEATHER BRA TOP. I ALSO WAS STRAPPED WITH A HUGE COCK AT MY WAIST AND NEITHER ONE OF THEM KNEW FOR WHO. I TOLD BOTH OF THEM TO STRIP DOWN TO NOTHING AND DO IT NOW. THEY HESITATED BUT THEN BOTH RELENTED AND DID AS I COMMANDED. I TOOK MY BOYFRIEND AND LAYED HIM ON HIS STOMACH ON MY KITCHEN TABLE AND TIED HIS ANKLES TO THE CHAIR LEGS AND HIS.