"Two. All of our money is now controlled by me. You will pay all of your money a joint account and we will keep a cash book. Any spending not approved...by us jointly and we split. Understand?" Yes," Simon replied meekly."Three, any further visits to hookers or other women and I will chop off your soft bits. Four, no attempts to get money from Andy, or accepting it if he offers. Five, any rows we have are not be conducted in front of Izzy or Andy. Six, you do not keep secrets. If I think you are. ” Covering my annoyance at my son’s beckoning, I told her. “Sit down and grab a book.” Claire gave me the finger. I headed to my son’s room. He caught me in the hall and dragged me to my bedroom. On the bed was the bag.“I knew you’d move it to your room after I searched it.” He hissed victoriously.“Andrew, we don’t have time.”“Hush.” He lifted the collar. “I want to see if it fits.”“It’s exactly the same!” I complained.“Hush.” He looped it about my neck and locked it. I liked that it didn’t. Don’t make any plans for between Saturday afternoon and Sunday afternoon. Today I want you to go out and buy some new bras. You are to buy two shelf bras that don’t cover your nipples and you are to buy two half cup bras that are a bit too small. They are to be small enough that when you wear them, your breasts spill out the top and when you bend over your breasts will fall out of them. The last thing, I want you to shave your pussy. Shave it to where there is just a little bit of hair right. " So what, Mother? It's just you and me, and I love to see you this way."She ran her panties between her legs, wiping then along her asshole and cunt, then offered them to her son. "Want to taste me?"Billy eagerly sucked at his mother's panties while running his fist up and down his cock."I just wiped my ass with them," Donna giggled."I don't care," Billy replied. "I like the taste of your asshole, too, Mother."Donna slid down to the floor, leaning her head on the cushions of the couch,.