“Something wrong, Robie?” she coyly purred. “No. No, nothing’s wrong,” I replied. Rubbing her hand across the ever-growing bulge, Bunnie soo... had my attention. Never satisfied with just teasing me, though she relished in doing so, she decided it was time for further exploits. Kneeling in her seat and reaching over the console and stick shift, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the jeans, and lowered the zipper. I tried to concentrate on keeping the MG centered in the lane, but when she grabbed. I pulled the other chair close to my trussed up male. "So do you let any strange woman tie you up when I am mad at you? I should add fifty smacks just for that." Ooooo!" he tried talking through the gag, which was fashioned from a scarf, as were his bindings. I assumed they were Monica's since I do not have scarves with me."What do you think Jessica, a hundred total? Maybe we could get a few more people to help. I do not think the two of us can do it ourselves." I can arrange that. Monica. " Linda I can understand the purpose behind the other trainers, but whya maid? That doesn't seem anyway applicable to my mission." You are correct, but I have a specialist, Matilda, on permanentretainer. Extensive maid training is a mainstay of my normal maleremodeling regiment. The apartment needs to be cleaned. Bet your sweetass, I am not going to do it, so you just got drafted.Sundays will be your day of rest. They will be reserved for your voicecoach, a professional elocution teacher. Don't. She closed up the negligee and said, “Come on, let’s see if we can’t start making things better.”Emily had sat with Lonnie carefully dismantling the odd hacks and twists on her mind. At first it was easy, picking a few things apart. Her overheated pleasure spots finally stopped firing. It seemed that the physical sensation changes were low hanging fruit. But the haphazard lattice work in her mind was something else. She began to tug at it, but when she did, Lonnie’s whole mind flashed and.