Er gab seiner Mutter auch ausreichend zu trinken. Helen musste sehr viel von dem starken Kaffee trinken.Helen blickte auf ihre Br?ste, die nun violett...verf?rbt waren, ihre Brustwarzen hatten dieselbe F?rbung angenommen. Sie schmerzten. Sie sch?mte sich so sehr, so halbnackt gefesselt und mit abgebundenen Br?sten vor ihrem Sohn zu sitzen. Als beide genug gegessen und getrunken hatten zog Tim seine Mutter an der Leine auf die F??e und ganz nah zu sich heran. Mit der linken Hand hielt er sie an. "It's like no one has ever been there before," Jan said in amazement."Every day the tide rolls in and wipes away all the footprints and debris," Bryant explained. "I sort of look at it as a metaphor for life, you know. Every morning is a fresh start for at least something." Yeah," Jan said. "Could we walk on it? I mean, is that okay?"Bryant chuckled."Someone's got to be the first each day," he said. "It won't stay this way forever. But it'll be just like this again tomorrow." With all of. He then sat on a stool near me and began drawing something on my waist.. I did not mind him much..I was enjoying it myself… Within a 30 min my work was over.. I looked at him still staring at my belly button and trying to pull the piercing out of my navel…“Sir, your work is done… Let me go now” I said.“Oh.. Where should I put my signature?”I showed him the files, he checked them carefully…He wasn’t the one who got carried away by women when it came to work and I liked him for that. He did his. Over the next few months it seemed I was answering a lot more questions about girl’s bodies and giving my opinion on how certain clothes looked on her as she started becoming a little more risqué with her wardrobe. It was hard to admit it to myself but I was starting to stay turned on by her and her becoming of age and found myself encouraging her to feel good about her body. As she got more comfortable wearing smaller clothes she seemed to worrying less about closing her door while changing.