I wanted to give him self confidence, be a good mother. I think its worked." She kissed him lightly on his cheek. "I'm not ashamed, Jack. I'm proud, a...d you should be too." She pulled away to look at him. "You okay with that?'Jack was feeling shock, not only that she knew, but at what she was doing with her son. A month ago I'd have been offended, he thought, but now I'm feeling excitement. "Stephanie, I would never have dreamed it a few weeks ago, but now this all seems natural to me. Dot and. ‘You’re kidding?’ she said.‘No, I’m telling you what I want’. I got even braver. ‘I want to see to fuck your pussy with that vibrator’.Emily shook her head. ‘No way. If you show Dad that picture you’ll be in the shit just as deep as I will be. You got nothing on me.’‘Oh really? How’s this. Dad, I knew what Emily was doing and I knew you’d never believe me so I took a picture just to prove it’. Emily turned an even whiter shade of pale.‘When,? she said.‘Now’.‘Where?’‘Right here’.Emily left the. They'll let you give now because they both understand buying some clothes for them is important for you. They want to please you. You're giving; they're giving. A fair trade. But buy them only one outfit each, and don't spend the day. Two or three hours tops."She thought about that and nodded again."Have you been to the Beverly Wilshire?" I said."I have." Did you avail yourself of their spa?" I have, not the whole nine yards but some of it." A gift for a day at the spa while you went shopping. Stacey closed her, eyes unable to watch anymore. James moved over to her and slapped her face hard. You keep those pretty eyes open! he yelled. Stacey opened her eyes and was once again forced to watch her friends suffer. With her eyes open again Stacey continued to cry and beg them to stop. Please stop hurting my friends! she would yell, with no result. Stacey knew what James wanted, knew he wanted her to beg for the spit to end the pain of what she was witnessing. Stacey didnt want to give.