As I looked at my Aunt and handed her the strap I said please Ma’am please give me the discipline I need. She looked into my eyes for a few moments ...nd then standing motioned for me to follow her into the sitting room, she pulled an overstuffed ottoman out and placed it in the middle of the room. Facing me she asked me to remove my summer dress then panties and lay face down over the ottoman. I was very nervous and blushing as I reach down grasping the hem of my dress, then slowly raising it up. All that hopeful anticipation and she had no intention of letting me give her a 'little rub'. Her hand tightened on my shoulder."Tory. Look at me." I looked up at her. Her breasts beneath her towel were inches from my eyes as she stood in front of me."Do you think we could try a little backrub without... you know?" She asked very quietly. Thank you Jesus. I exhulted silently. I put my arm around her waist and hugged her. "Mom, I thought you'd never ask."Fifteen minutes later, the towel was as. Her name? Abigail Ferguson.Mike's girlfriend, Sherise, had given him the push at the weekend. He couldn't claim to have been surprised, but he wasn't happy anyway. Sherise wasn't any sort of intellectual, but she was a stunning example of young womanhood ... and had kept him well satisfied. However, she obviously felt rather less satisfied, hence the push.Entering the cafeteria, he almost turned around and left again. There were very few empty places, one of which, next to Sherise with her. She was always friendly in our business dealings, but somewhat aloof whenever I asked her out. She didn’t wear a ring, so I guessed she was involved, but not seriously. I’d see her about 2 or 3 times a month, and always ask her out to lunch or dinner, and she’d always cheerfully decline. One day, I was scheduled to meet Sara’s boss for lunch Saggio’s; a trendy eatery downtown.When I got there, I didn’t see Mr. Baron, and was surprised to see Sara instead. I admired her as I approached the.