To which I replied, ?p-please Mistress my bananashaped bobbled can't take anymore torture.? The audience started to laugh asI stood expose to all of t...em naked and scared to death. The Mistress then took my arms and tied them to a railing across the frontof the stage, such that I was slightly bent over and my breasts (opps, I meanbanana shaped bobbles) were hanging. Then she had me watch as she removed thedevices from Ann and took her back stage; leaving me bent over staring at theaudience that. Preparation giving her something to focus all the energy and anticipation she was bursting with. She could feel the animalistic way she craved him and the way thinking about him made her feel so sensual.When she was done with pampering, she picked out her favorite short red dress with strappy black heels. The choice of attire did not scream slut but it did not even hint at prude. Instead, it revealed enough to warrant prolonged gazes, but left enough mystery to tantalize one's imagination. It. " Is he here." Yes he is. We talked to his mother's doctor. In fact it was Wally that suggested we do this that way. The doctor suggested that Wally live close and visit on occasion. It was hoped that some sort of reconciliation could eventually take place." What does Carla think." She has not been informed that Wally has returned yet." What is she going to think about her child living next door?" The doctor thinks it is a good idea. She thinks that this will take the pressure off of Carla and. Claire's eyes snapped open perhaps an hour later. There had been a noise of some sort. Chuck was fully spooning her now, his breath still slow and soft in her hair. There was a female whimper from the pallet next to the bed. Claire could see quite well now, from the light coming in around the drapes that were not completely covering the windows.The lump in the covers over her children looked much too tall to have been made by only one body. And it was moving.They were doing it again!Claire lay.