*You still awake?**Yeah. How was the store?**Good. I bought some new clothes.**I would have liked to go with you.**Why?**To help.**Why don’t I give ...ou a show? You can tell me downstairs if what I got was good.**Alright!*His excitement *You can’t talk though. You can only text me.*I sent that last part in an effort to make myself more comfortable. *Okay.*Feeling excited, I stripped out of my current out fit and shuddered in the chill of the air. My nipples stuck out like hard diamonds and. There aren't any real topics, just acrimonious backbiting within the parties. Australians don't talk about the real things." Don't be so cynical." Yes, dear." Go look at possible flights." Yes, dear." And stop that!" Yes, dear." She threw a cushion at me.We went to Asakusa on King Street for dinner, Rachel had the chicken teriyaki, as usual, I had a large assorted sushi. While we were waiting to be served I reported. "Okay. We're flying to Perth cheap, and uncomfortable, but we're coming back. You look beautiful mistress I said almost involuntarily Duh slave she said with a smile I want Mr. Jones to have a boner every time I hand him a file as she admires herself in the mirror. Now am going to work little bitch I expect you to finish your shores or I will punish you again she said as she walk closer to me until she stood over me in an impotent show of how was in change. Yes mistress, as you wish I said in a scared little voice. She taps my balls with her high heel shoes, which made. This is where my mother failed the test. She was certainly pretty enough having been taught grace and deportment from an early age, her bloodline was considered by the Woods to be, while not considered ‘superior’, good enough. Where she failed to pass muster was that she was less than compliant, there was a rebellious streak in her make-up that just wasn’t acceptable. She suffered fools lightly and considered most of the Woods Ford boys to fit into that category. Except for Edward that is, it.