He'll love this story! He was once very much like you!"Suppose he does love this story, I was thinking. No matter, Idid bang his willowy wife for a ...onth, and if he gets off on that,well, good for him. But if that's so, why am I sad? Not furiousbecause I was tricked, not gleeful because I'd cuckolded a lovelywoman's husband, not even fearful of awful humiliations soon to beendured. Just sad. As if I had lost something irretrievable.Gwen was now near the door. She turned to say a few more. .” and trailed off.“You want to what?” she asked.I gave her an evil grin, laughed a little, then just shook my head a bit from side to side.I said “mmmm ... you wouldn’t like it. You definitely wouldn’t let me DO it”She leaned her face just inches from mine, shot me her own naughty grin and whispered “Try me”This, of course, just lit all my fires. She looked so hot I could barely control myself. I leaned closer, gave her a quick little kiss, then whispered into her ear“I wanna kiss you, and. “This is a punishment. You have to make me regret arguing with Erica and give me consequences. Go ahead and give it your best shot,” Mom said. The next time I hit down hard on the hood of her clit, and she seemed satisfied.“Two, thank you, Adam. We learned today that for us to obey you, we have to want to do what you are telling us to do on some small level. It could be a fantasy, it could be a passing dream. I want to be a good mom for you. I don’t want to be a pushy hen of a mother who. I'm about toretire and there aren't many thirty year old models around anymore. Ithink I'll take my money and run and beside I have a boyfriend that wantsto get married soon and if that happens I'll get pregnant and for sure Iwon't be able to get any modeling jobs." Tiffany, Margaret Voss would like to speak with you," Janice said."Who's Margaret Voss?" The designer of these clothes."A rather petite woman in her early forties entered the dressing area justas Tiffany finished putting her clothes.