“I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been more specific. I trusted your mother to remembe... something that important. I was wrong.” She sighed and looked at her daughter. “You look proper worn out today, Ingrid. You can’t be expected to remember everything. I’ll help you in the kitchen.”A dreadful line was crossed, when Mother started blaming herself and took direct control.Mom whipped up a mean Au Gratin, while I baked porkchops and sautéed. It was a dismal day in October, one of those days when the weather can't make up its mind whether it wants to rain or snow. My wife was at work and I was at home trying to fix the washing machine. After spending an hour looking for the tools I needed and not finding them, I remembered that my father-in-law had borrowed them and, apparently, not brought them back. Ordinarily I would have called him and had him bring them back, but he was out of town. Since my wife had the car I was going to have. She continued to thrash him as he licked his mess from her boots obediently. Tara let her new slave feel her whip and he dropped prostate to the ground, expecting a thrashing. Tara was just posturing however, and smiled at Lena's antics."I know you're anxious to dispose of him, but he'll not give much of a show for our cocktails at the following Ball, will he?" Lena smiled wickedly as she tugged the beaten wretch forward to join them in entering the hall."Oh, he's very very submissive as you've. She knew it had to be on purpose but each time was like a bolt of electricity going through her. She felt herself grow wetter and wetter with each graze of his hand or his knee brushing against hers. She hoped nobody noticed the soft blush that was creeping up her neck.* Lee couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous girl walking up to embrace him. The dress she wore showed more skin than he was used to seeing on her. When he pulled her to him, he got to feel that soft bare skin against his body..