................................Early the next morning Sarah was in her office preparing to start herday. She had to be down at the shopping mall befo...e it opened as twoof her clients were being placed in punishment stocks this morning andplaced on public display.She reviewed the Dexter Ferguson case. Dexter was eighteen. Hisbrother Aaron was sixteen and his sister Michelle was seventeen."Wow, that's a lot of kids in a short time," Sarah commented toherself.Darrel Ferguson the children's father. "Well, it's something I sure love." I'll keep that in mind," she replied, another somewhat vague comment that seemed suggestive. We kept pleasuring ourselves as we each watched the other hundreds of miles away.Soon, we had completed another session with each other in a far more intimate fashion than I'd ever dreamed possible. My mother-in-law was an incredibly sexy woman and my desire for her was something that had surprised me but had grown with each time we entertained one another in this. ‘OK, Amy, back to your papers. You might as well take your jeans and panties off. You won’t be needing them until you’re done with your part of the grading. At 10:00 I want you back over my desk.’ Amy sadly slipped her jeans over her feet, folded them, and put them on the floor under the table. Then she sat down in the hard chair, wincing as the welts seemed to bite into her. Burnside was no hypocrite. She worked every bit as hard as Amy, quickly revising Amy’s comments, adding a few of her. I noticed that on the shelf, below the mirror, was a large assortment ofmakeup. Carmel took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts offoundation to my face, cooing at how lovely my skin was and that Ididn't need to use 'dermablend' or other such heavy-duty foundation.After she had applied the foundation to my face and neck she picked up abrush and applied a slightly lighter coloured powder to set my face. Sherouged my cheeks, accenting my high feminine cheekbones. She fussedaround my eyes.