"Mother? Is that you? Are you all right?"Pause"You don't sound right. What's wrong?"Pause"Is John there?"Pause"When is he coming back?"Pause"Okay, you...stay in. We'll come down to visit. You don't sound good. We'll be there soon."Pause"It's no trouble, Mom. We'll see you soon. Bye for now."Sally had a worried look on her face when she handed me back my phone."She doesn't sound right. She sounds dopey ... sleepy. Something's wrong, Rick. I need to go there." Not without me," I said. "Pack a bag. He had a very flattering tan colored jacket that looked like it was made of a material similar to leather. As Charlotte’s gaze drifted down, checking him out, she noticed that he had a long, cat-like tail flicking back and forth behind the bar stool in rhythm with the music. Ohh… That looks fun.She walked up to the bar and took a seat a few stools down from the teal alien, giving him plenty of space if he wished to be left alone. The bartender instantly came up to her, smiling at her warmly,. He was still a tradesman at his roots. Down to earth and likable. Not pretentious.I also took Henrietta along as I had given her three chalks marks for wrongly cutting and wasting some dressmaking material. It was a simple, understandable mistake but she’d only had the birch once since I arrived and I thought it time she had a reminder and it would make her a little more careful in future. After Higgins had well warmed her bum and she’d been taken to a bedroom by a middle aged man, Lord Parham. Do what I say and you’re free to pee. Or else I don’t mind making you standing like this by holding your pissing for long.She without saying anything bent more. I was able to see her ass crack but not clearly due to lack of light. I then moved my right hand on her back and started slowly rubbing it. Then I slowly moved towards her ass and went down towards her pussy.She shivered when my finger touched her pussy and she made a sound by saying kutta please don’t torture me like this. After.