But when she gives me that look, or that wink, or that whisper ... well, there I go, following her downstairs to our Lair. To our bed, to our couch, s...metimes to our floor.No one has ever effected me quite like Trish. I suspect she took advantage of her early maturational nature, which, combined with my innocencial nature, set the table for some sort of Mao Mao spell of some sort.She can get me there the fastest, keep me there the longest, bring me back the quickest, like no one I’ve ever. The weekend came all too quickly for Molly. The rest of her work week had followed the same pattern as Monday and Tuesday - each day, she'd gone into work, wearing more and more outrageous outfits. There hadn't been any objections - the closest she'd come was on Friday, when her boss had asked her into his office, but before he could properly start she'd distracted him."What do you think of this dress?" she'd asked, and done a little twirl to show it off. The dress was so short that a twirl was. "Very well Jennifer. You are to paint your right thumb in the brightest red nail varnish that you have. You are to go to work with it glossed and also wear the softest most feminine lingerie that you own beneath your work clothes."I couldn't do that! I'd be a laughing stock! I could perhaps get away with wearing the lingerie, actually I knew I could, I'd done it before. But nail varnish? I couldn't do that!I didn't respond right away.MdmDeLaVal. "Before setting off for work you will take three. Guess I'll sleep on these issues tonight and hopefully wake with all sorts of solutions. Let's hope for mom's sake that this will shake out for all concerned. It's now been a month since mom became my sex slave and things have certainly changed for the better. She does what she's told when it comes to satisfying my good buddies and some of their parents. It must be true that the family that fucks together, stays together, especially when mom is the meat in their sandwich. I've got some.