We exchanged emails and agreed to meet at his motel.He opened the door and his eyes lite up seeing me. I was dressed in a short brown and yellow plaid...mini skirt, tan knit sweater (my black lace bra and "A" cup falsies showing), tan stockings, Tan heels, long blond wig. and of course full makeup with cherry red lips gloss.He took my hand pulled me to him and before the door was closed we were making out. His hands were all over me kiss and fondling me as I rubbed his hard cock over top of his. It is not your actions but yourattitude that is punished. Until you understand what we mean by 'givingyour best', you will never manage it," she explained.I could see the truth in what she was saying. There was no pointgetting upset over demerits. What mattered was how I accepted mypunishments, however ridiculous, handicapping, restrictive or unfairthey seemed."Remember Twenty-two, pleasant and respectful at all times," she said."Yes Housekeeper," I said eagerly.Now I understood. That had been. But she still couldn't get to sleep and the drinking had just made her hornier. Something about her sex session with Angela had sparked something in her brain. It was as if she could do anything now. She could even fuck her own son."Damn it!" Squirming naked under the covers, with the half- empty highball glass on the nightstand beside the bed, Janet stopped trying to sleep and turned on the light. She glanced at the clock and groaned when she saw it was nearly one in the morning.There was no. He lied about what was bothering him, lying that a friend of his from Manchester was having serious trouble with the police and how bad he feels that he could not be there for his mate."Well to be honest Charles. He shouldn't have stolen that car! The law is the law!! He brought it on himself!!" Alex commented."Well he is still my friend!!" Charles making his false comment.Charles dug into his fries, eating and thinking about Ivy. He had not seen her since Saturday. She never even sent him any.