B."His voice was a low sexyrumble."J.B. ....?" I asked and looked quizzically at Jen. My head raced atthe thought that this could be the J.B. Clark wh... was the object of myfirst, oh-so formative spank-bank experience."He loves redheads, Camille," my wife said, as she responded to myconfusion with an arched eyebrow that seemed to say, "who knows? Justgo with it."I decided I would, and with J.B. standing so close, I couldn't helpmyself. I just reached out and cradled his package. His balls. Of course, Mom could tell what I was up to because she always loved his chicken. She was so happy that I never forgot how to do it his way. We ate and laughed, reminiscing about Dad the whole time. At one point I asked Mom if she had gone out with anyone, dancing around the whole subject of dating. It felt odd, quizzing my mother about dating other men. Mom told me that she had been out a few times, but nothing real serious. She said that Dad wouldn't want her to hide in her shell or anything,. "Great!" Tommi sulked."Have you been following my orders?"Tommi nodded unenthusiastically. "No lifting of anything more than acouple of pounds. Minimize walking. Any time I'm not moving, I restwith my feet elevated if at all possible. No pressure on my abdomen,including a laptop computer. Follow the diet precisely. Don't havefun. Don't laugh or giggle or express loud emotions."Dr. Tina laughed. "I never said those last two, but I'll have toremember them in case I need to use them on an. Make me open my shirt and cum down my tits. And make me lick it up. You waited for me to finish liking your cum all up then forced my head on your dick and made me deep throat it to make sure I didn't miss any of your cum. And then you pulled me up from my collar and did my shirt back up. Slapped my face kissed me and then said good girl.At this point I can barely move. My body hurts from the rough sex we just had. And you said since you've been such a good slave ill let you point out girls you.