But I was so tired and so freaked out that I hardly remember any of it now.”Lara caressed my arm. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out, ...ne way or another.”“I hope so,” I echoed, though we both found it less funny this time. “I am glad to be feeling a bit better. But like you said, it’s not going to be easy, at all. Just easier, a little bit.”“Well, before you know it, she’ll be back, I think. And you’ll both be in a better place. The twins will be home this summer, and we’ll see what. I amthe man ..... he stuttered around that phrase ....I am the man ofthis family and you must obey me!" He/she was now sobbing quiteuncontrollably. He was not used to being so helpless and not usedto being so confused. He tried to continue but Barb (as Bill) cut him off. "How manytimes have you told me that men are in charge? How many times haveyou reminded me that women are way too emotional and they need totake their lead from men? How many times have you repeated to me'Balls rule and. "The second night I was there, five inmates gang raped me with a broom handle. Since they were bigger and meaner, they made me their bitch. I quickly learned how to service them however and whenever they wanted."Betty grimaced."Well, all that's behind you. You're my bitch now." Please don't say that Betty." Hey, just kidding..." replied the attractive blonde who finished dressing and started to exit, then leaned back in the door. "... sort of."Veronica stared at the door for several seconds. The first trim with the scissors was not so bad. That is if you accept the fact that I had to rest the edge of my hand on her hood as I trimmed her Mons. An unmistakable wetness covered the palm of my hand. A familiar arousing aroma wafted up as I used my hand to push my mom’s pussy lips first to one side then the other as I trimmed the hair in the crease between her pussy lips and her thigh.My cock, trapped in my jeans, ached. Several times I stopped to adjust it. Finally, realizing false.