My publisher would have had me in dress blues and all the fruit salad if she’d had her way. I finally convinced here that it was illegal, but it was...a hard fight.The Pocket Rocket spent about two hours in her room, refusing to come out or let me peek in the door. I was in the den, looking at some emails, when she called, “Close your eyes, Big Brother! No peeking!”Dutifully following orders I could hear high heels clicking down the hallway.“Okay, Jackie Boy ... read it and weep, you lucky. A look of amusement and anticipation, mixed with a minoramount of trepidation, skittered across his face as they were introducedas 'Maitresse Soleir and Maitresse Escalate' by Susan who then excusedherself and Holly and left him to the tender mercies of the two scantilyclad figures that, taking an arm each, drew him into the house andupstairs in the room prepared for his 'education' - although right thenhe didn't realise it! Susan and Holly ran lightly up a differentstaircase into the room. ”“I’m fine,” she said, clearly not fine.“I know you were worried about me dating Lauren on Wednesday,” Josh touched his mother on the arm. “But it’s fine now.”“For now,” she whispered.Lauren felt the eggs in her mouth go rubbery and lose their flavor. Mrs. Alexander had never been so cold before.“Billie,” Mr. Alexander said with a warning in his tone.“Josh hasn’t dated anyone since we moved here,” she said directly to her husband. “Since he dated Mary Kate.” Lauren’s stomach clenched as she. My head was swimming, my high making me feel like my body was floating and like my hands were not my own. I closed my eyes again, and increased my pace, imagining my hands to be someone elses. Some stranger who, seeing me through a crack in my blinds, decided to break in and lend a hand. The warmth in my pussy became a firm pressure, and I knew that I was close. My hands were flying. My wetness was seeping through my panties. I could feel it run down my pussy and ass to collect on the towel. I.