“While you’re here as my assistant, I told you to call me Jillian, not ‘Mom.’ We don’t want people thinking there’s any nepotism.”Richar... rubbed his arm where I had grabbed it. He kept his eyes down and mumbled, “Ok… Jillian.”I leaned closer and waved a French manicured finger in his face. My son knows if I do this, it meant he was about to step over a line, whether he knows it or not. The bratty way he said my name was unmistakable."Just do as I say this instant!" My bitchiness again turning. Her arm still didn’t move.“Come on Greg, get this over with,” Cameron sighed. “We’re burning daylight.”I took a deep breath and started to bear down, and I forced Becky’s arm downward. For about an inch. For a few seconds our arms were motionless as I continued to strain, and Becky just smiled. There were some chortles from the guys as I tried to conceal my effort. Then Becky popped another pink bubble, and slammed my arm down on the picnic bench with a ‘thud’. My muscles screaming in agony. Anger, I shall and will follow your command wherever it may lead me. The hounds of hell may be snapping their menacing teeth in our faces, and I will charge for thee. You can have my word of honor as a soldier and a friend.” “Very well then. We shall venture forth through the pass before us and enter the cave above. There we will find three men. These men do not look like knights that we have encountered before. They say that they are from the future.” “The future?!? Ha, blasphemy, I say! Sir. I remember as a teenager spending a lot of time looking at ladies/girl’s underwear ads and catalogs. I’d always found female underwear sexy. Then I started wearing men’s bikini briefs, pretending it was girl’s panties. Over the years I’d managed to steal, sniff, and try on some sexy panties. I’ve also rubbed my cock on them and jacked off on them.Last week I was having a particularly bad day and needed to get out of the office. I wanted to do something for me, to make me feel good. So I.