They were the mothers of our children, and had to stay alive for them when they came along.Erma started crying and Verine just said, "Bill, I can't do...that, my bonding won't let me."I looked at Erma. She shook her head.Well, that idea didn't work.I knew that I had to stay out of situations where they would give themselves up to save me."Come here disobedient girls and kiss your husband," I ordered.They both complied with a smile.I gave the mules some grain and ate my own breakfast.After. Then, she stretched one leg out, leaving the other with its foot curled underneath the thigh of the outstretched leg. Now, more slowly, she continued to brush away crumbs, though I couldn’t see any. Brush ... brush ... brush. Her movements became more languid, more sensual, her fingertips removing unseen crumbs from the very tops of her thighs, seemingly to be found all on the inside. Mom batted her eyelids.“Do you have any water left?”I replied that I did, looking down at the water bottle she. I could no longer hide the desire to move my body with the music any longer. Gyrating my body and moving like a belly dancer, I kept pace with the music until I felt hands on my hips. It was him. The proximity of him sent my senses into overdrive. His firm grip on my hips steadied me for a minute before he begin to lead us with the rhythm. Our hips, our bodies moved with the music in an erotic dance. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. Was there a use in talking with our mouths when our. And then walking inside she’d simply dropped her coat. She hadn’t been wearing anything else. Within thirty seconds of ringing the bell at exactly three-thirty, she was naked and ready to obey my posing instructions exactly.“I want you to point with your three middle fingers.”“Okay.”“Shouldn’t that be ‘Yes, sir’?” I whispered in her ear. She shuddered.“Yes, sir,” she whispered back. I placed a hand on her back to unnecessarily correct her posture and let it slide down to her butt. Then I got.