She wondered what had gone on in the meeting. It had lasted all day. Were they laying off personnel? Was she going to be canned after only two days? W...s Bennet getting fired? The beautiful young woman didn't want to consider any of those options. All she really wanted to do was see Karl once more."See you tomorrow, Veronica," said Mary Ellen as she left.The whistle had blown five minutes ago. Veronica simply sat at her desk realizing she had to go home and talk to Stan. She had to. There would. It seems I have no shame. When my mistress parades my babified and bound self in front of her girlfriends and forces me to perform like a trained animal, I love it.She'll knot me up into the most contrived positions and spank me and probe me and prod me and - worst of all - ignore me for hours, and my response will be "More, please!"If she dresses me up for one of my punishment parades around the streets of our French Quarter home, I'm embarrassed and debased, but I'm like a puppet on a string:. She and her mother had never gotten along and her father was passive and distant. Her parents didn’t seem to like each other, so being around them was something she avoided. They grieved for her loss of Jonathan and worried about her, but the communication with her parents was superficial at best. She couldn’t confide in her mother because she was so judgmental and ready to give her opinions before Emily finished speaking. She felt her mother never really heard what she was saying, so she. “I do,” I said, winking at him. My brother. I had a brother. Clint wasn’t just my cousin like I had thought for the last sixteen years of my life. His father, the man I thought of as Uncle Clinton, was also my father. I couldn’t believe it. I was still reeling from the revelation that my mom and her sister, Aunt Cheryl, were lovers and had shared Clint’s dad—my dad—since they were teenagers.And now Aunt Cheryl was Clint’s mommy-slave.I always thought my father was a scumbag, the sperm donor as.