”“Excellent answer,” she said, slapping my rigid cock gently with the back of her hand. I could feel the stone in her wedding ring sc**** the he...d. “You’re exactly right. Whatever I say. You’d do well not to forget it, either.”I couldn’t tell for sure because I couldn’t crane my neck far enough to see what she was doing down there, but the cockring seemed to be some sort of two-piece mechanism. She placed the ring at the base of my shaft, behind my sac, and fitted the top into place. I heard it. You two can take care of your own supper." Terry is sleeping over tonight," Melinda called down the stairs."That's fine, dear. Just don't be too rowdy."Chris and Melinda stood in the latter's bedroom gazing out the window as Emma backed the Taurus down the driveway."So," she finally said, turning to him, "I suppose I could teach you how to kiss properly." What do you mean, 'properly?'" Well, some boys, many of them, think that if a girl lets them kiss they have an invitation to grope. That's. .. And that's where things got a little weird...You see, Nana was dressed -- in more or less regular clothing, the way dependents (mostly children) were dressed, not in a sponsor's uniform or a crew uniform. But she APPEARED to be maybe forty ... Concubines that looked at her were immediately incensed; if she was forty and not a sponsor, then she was a concubine, right? And if she was a concubine, why wasn't she naked? I passed off the initial rumbles and grumbles, not realizing the problem,. A strange, yet interesting choice of words, Robert. Before it'stoo late indeed. Perhaps I'll give you one last chance, for dear Jill'ssake. If you can prove to me that you're not a sissy, I'll tear up thecontract you signed, destroy the photos, remove the belt and let youback into jeans and t-shirt." You will?" But understand this. If you prove you are a sissy, there will be aforfeit."I didn't like the sound of this. Surely it must be another of Emma'stricks."All you have to do, Robert, to win.