Vicky asks me not to start until she gets back as she wants to get her toy! “Heather,” I innocently ask, “Isabella is in the stocks for not help...ng Vicky, Yes?” “Yes, that’s right” she answers immediately without thinking. Her face suddenly changes from one of a question to the realisation that she too should be punished. “Ok. Then I guess you should be in the stocks beside your daughter, as you didn’t move either?” “But, but” Mom was franticly trying to find an out. “What do you think?” I ask. She smiled at me in the mirror, closed her eyes, and teasingly kissed into the air. I felt like I was going to go crazy with desire while feeling helplessly under her command. I anxiously awaited her every move. When the braids were done, they were fastened above my ears with clips.She admired her work in the mirror gently turning my head from side to side. "You look so lovely with these braids, very attractive."Then she started massaging my exposed neck, making me melt into her hands.I had to. Since her aunt was on vacation, she doubted that she would be up this early and tiptoed up the hallway hoping not to see anything as messed up as the night before, made it downstairs and out the door. Tying up her shoes on the front steps she did a quick stretch and headed out on her morning jog. Two hours later Sam made it back to her aunt’s place and stopped at the front steps to stretch again. When she walked through the front door she was greeted with the smell of fresh coffee, eggs and. ”“And what enemy might that be?”“You are familiar with Madam Cyrilo, yes?”“I wasn’t aware that she was my enemy. What has she done to earn her such distinction?”“She’s sowing the seeds of discontent among the masses, Your Majesty. She’s spreading sinful, fabricated knowledge to the public, using a means of dispersal that we’ve never seen before.”“Knowledge such as?”“Lewd texts, urging for ungodly fornication and the shedding of social responsibility for the sake of carnality.”“Sounds to me like.