One wrong word, just one, and they were toast.That thought made me feel better than I had all damn morning.I slid out from under Lilly and the duvet, ...ut on a pair of pants and headed for the door.Four sets of emotions. I could feel them very clearly. Distinct, but oddly similar. Anxious, tense, worried, apprehensive, resigned.I unlocked the deadbolt, swung the door open and looked out.Four men, somewhere between the ages of fifteen and forty-five, all right around five feet eight and one. Most of the time, he surprised me with them, though. He was always very good at knowing who was a wiling slut and who wasn't." She yawned again, turning over onto her other side, away from him. "I'm so sleepy, honey, that massage really knocked me out, and I have to work in the morning." "That's fine, Mom, I'm tired, too." he said, also yawning. He rolled onto his side and touched his mother's hip. "Do you want to cuddle, Mom? I like spooning." "I would love that." she answered, sliding. "Lori, you are moving out of my room today, or everything of yours will be thrown out my window when I get back there tonight." And then I just turned and walked back out of the building, and saw Mark with his pants up stumbling out of the bushes. "Mark!" I shouted and ran over to him."Oh my God, Rachel, I'm so sorry! You gotta believe me, I've never done anything like that before. That's not me," he started but I interrupted him."It's not your fault, someone spiked the punch," I said to. Her butt sticks out and doesn’t droop at all. I felt she must be clenching her cheeks tightly. Juliette Frequently slashed the wooden rod across her daughter’s buttocks as she spoke.She alternated these punishments with Stacy. Stacy has kinky-curly blonde hair, and usually, she has a smirk on her face. That smirk was gone as she stood at attention. If you could imagine filling two coffee cups with clay and then tipping it over and putting it on her chest, that is what Stacy’s boobs look like..