Cynthia Palmer s New Life
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Shortly after Labor Day, Emily Amelia Hardwick made up her mind to go down to her bank. Emily always thought of Chicago Trust Company as her bank. After all, her great-grandfather was one of the original investors when it was founded, and the Hardwicks had been banking there ever since. Emily made up her mind to see Donald Martin and find out what was going on.
Over the last few weeks Emily had noticed that she received particularly good treatment from small merchants whenever she gave them her check on Chicago Trust. Many were immigrants, she knew. Yet they spoke of "their bank" and "the twins who aren't." Clearly, she thought, something very strange is going on. She asked Charles to bring the car around and she set off to see Donald Martin. Donald had been her banker for years. Emily had almost started a revolution when she heard he might be fired. She liked Donald Martin, even if his daughter, Cynthia, was a snippy little pill.
Emily Hardwick was sixty-eight years old and the last of the Hardwicks. As a spinster, she realized that when she died her family would cease to exist. This inevitability didn't bother her. What did bother her was the money. Normally, when money was made, it was dissipated by the pyramid-shaped structure of generations, with each generation far more numerous than the one before. Even the largest fortunes could rarely survive the combined onslaughts of inheritance taxes and proliferating progeny.
Not the Hardwicks. Its family tree had been diamond-shaped. It began with the fur trade in the early eighteenth century and became most numerous around the middle of the nineteenth century. Since then it had been contracting. She had grown up in the family mansion on Chicago's Near North Side, but a few years earlier had sold the property on which now stood a huge office building. People in Chicago had wanted her to make the family home a museum but she would not hear of it. It had served the family and she didn't want strangers traipsing through it. Now she was amused by the extent to which the land sale had added to the family fortune, now greater than $200 million.
The reason the money bothered her was she had no one to leave it to. Her lawyers advised her to establish a charitable foundation and name it as her beneficiary. She considered the idea but didn't like it. She knew of too many foundations devoted to "good works" which translated into supporting all of the trendy and with-it causes. Moreover, too often these were causes and organizations whose purposes were antithetical to the source of the money supporting them. She knew of one famous foundation in which a senior family member resigned because of policy disagreements with the foundation's Board of Directors.
Emily was different from most of her society friends. Unlike them, she had investigated her family's background in depth. This provided her with an awareness of the risks that had been taken to amass and build the family fortune. She realized that, had any of a wide range of events unfolded differently, on a number of occasions over the years the family would have been wiped out financially. Her research surfaced the names of dozens of people associated with her ancestors who had taken different tacks and had been financially destroyed. This went back to financial panics in the nineteenth century. It was nothing new.
Emily Amelia was gray-haired and gray-eyed. Her eyes were her most striking feature: they were as sharp and piercing as an eagle's. Her carriage was erect and her body appeared spare. She was a person who knew who she was. Arriving at the bank, she asked a guard where Mr. Donald Martin could be found. Upon being told, she took the elevator to the executive floor and marched up to the receptionist.
Jean Robbins saw Miss Hardwick marching up to her desk. Oh, oh, she thought, Here's trouble! Miss Hardwick hasn't been here in months. She smiled and said, "Good morning, Miss Hardwick. May I help you?"
"I'm here to see Donald Martin. Is he in the bank this morning?" she asked politely. Emily was always polite to everyone.
Jean buzzed Mary Thomas. Oops! she thought, It's Mary Martin, now. "Mary," she said, "It's Miss Hardwick to see Mr. Martin!"
Mary knew Don had no visitors so she ran out to the reception area. Her hand was outstretched in greeting as she approached Emily Amelia. "Good morning, Miss Hardwick! It's so good to see you again. It's been such a long time!"
Emily looked at Mary and her eyes widened. She said, "Why Mary Thomas, what has happened to you? You're beautiful! I haven't seen you look so good in ... my heavens, it must be twenty years now." She took Mary's hands in hers and looked at the woman and saw the love in her eyes. She asked softly, "Who is the lucky man? I can see the love shining in your eyes."
Mary didn't even blush. She said, "Thank you so much. I'm very glad it shows. It's Don. I'm Mary Martin now."
Emily beamed and then frowned. "Mary Thomas, why was I not informed? You two are my most favorite people in this bank. I must send you something nice. Now, shall we see Donald?"
Emily was pleased by Donald Martin's appearance as well. He and Mary both looked so much younger and so vibrant. She congratulated him and then immediately went to the business at hand. Emily Amelia didn't beat around the bush. She demanded to know what was happening between the bank and the small merchants. Why was she now being greeted so warmly?
Don smiled and told her very briefly about the bank's new lending program. He didn't mention that Cindy was in charge. After he completed his explanation, Emily said nothing. She just asked if an officer in that unit was in the bank.
Don looked at Mary who left the office. She was back a moment later to say that Miss Jefferson was in her office. Emily nodded firmly, asked directions to Miss Jefferson's office and then marched out. Mary asked if she should call April and warn her. Don smiled and shook his head saying, "Darling, six hours wouldn't be enough time to warn her about Emily Amelia Hardwick, and two minutes would only alarm her. Let's just keep our fingers crossed."
April was working at her desk when her secretary buzzed and said there was a Miss Hardwick to see her. She didn't have an appointment, but Mr. Martin had suggested she talk to April. She was ushered in and April came around her desk to greet her. In spite of her protests she had been promoted to vice president and her office had been enlarged. She shook hands firmly with Miss Hardwick and offered her a seat on the new sofa that was part of her new vice-presidential office.
Emily studied the young woman sitting attentively in front of her. She was surprised. First, the girl was a Negro; then she remembered they were now called blacks. Donald had said that she was a vice president. A black female vice president! she thought. My, how things are changing. But that wasn't all. The girl was sitting upright in her chair with her hands folded in her lap. It has been years since I last saw that! I wonder who raised her? Clearly, her mother trained her to be a lady. And even though she's only wearing blue jeans and a work shirt, she sits in that chair like a queen.
She asked the girl about the small merchants and was told quickly and lucidly about the lending program and on whom it was focused and how it worked. Emily nodded her head quickly. Then she asked, "Are you in charge of the program, Miss Jefferson? You appear ... rather young."
The girl smiled brilliantly and said, "Oh, no, Miss Hardwick. The program is run by our division head, Miss Martin. She's a very experienced banker."
Emily asked, "Do you mean that ninny, Cynthia Martin? If that's true, then why are you dressed the way you are? If she saw you, she would fire you on the spot. That girl doesn't care two hoots for people. She just plays to images and impressions. Well?" she demanded.
April replied, "I didn't know Cindy ... Miss Martin ... before I joined the bank. She says she was awful and should have been drowned at birth. I can't say. I can only say she hired me, trained me, taught me everything I know, and promoted me. As for the uniform," she said with a warm smile, "it's the uniform for our division, by the way — it's all she ever wears. When she's wearing clothes at all, which isn't often."
Suddenly, Emily saw the girl's naturally warm brown eyes grow cold. She said, "I would give my life for Cindy Martin. I adore the girl. I worship the ground she walks on. Am I making my feelings clear?"
Emily made a mental note to see Cynthia Martin again. Clearly she inspired enormous loyalty, and the old Cynthia could never have done that. Then she asked, "Tell me about yourself, Miss Jefferson. Do you live with your parents?"
"I live with my mother and my son, Miss Hardwick. Why do you ask?" The coldness was out of her eyes now.
Emily mentally nodded, realizing what a beautiful young woman this was. She had an idea which she put into action immediately. She said, "Miss Jefferson, I would like you to have lunch with me. I'm sure you have no idea who I am or why there might be any circumstance by which you would care to dine with me. That's neither here nor there.
"If I could presume to use your office for a moment, would you please call Mr. Martin? Then, when he tells you to join me, please see if your mother and your son could join us for luncheon, too." She gave April the address and the girl left the office to use another phone. Emily called her apartment and told the cook there would be four for luncheon at twelve.
April called Don Martin's office and Mary answered. The woman said, "Congratulations, April! I'm glad to hear you're still alive. What did you think of Emily Amelia Hardwick?"
April exhaled loudly and asked who she was. Mary filled her in quickly, ending with the admonition that she was the bank's single most important customer. "April, the rule in the bank is, 'What Emily wants, Emily gets.' I'm sure there is a reason for the question, though. What is it?"
April told her about the luncheon invitation and Mary whistled softly. She said to do it if it was humanly possible, adding that Don Martin was the only person from the bank to dine with her in living memory. After hanging up she called the apartment and quickly told her mother about the invitation. Her mother said she would get Ronnie dressed and would meet them at twelve.
She went back to her office and made quick excuses to Emily, then took a hanger from behind her door and went to the ladies' room. When she returned a few minutes later, she was the picture of a female banker on a warm September day. She was wearing a simple, beautifully-tailored dress that set off her face and showed off her beautiful figure. Emily looked at her and thought to herself, Better and better!
When they returned to her apartment, Emily asked that dry sherry be served. She chatted with the young woman and was increasingly impressed. The girl was very well informed, very smart, very beautiful and very ladylike. Emily found herself liking her more every minute.
The butler announced Mrs. Thomas Jefferson and Ronald Jackson, Junior. Emily rose to greet Mary Jefferson and again was impressed. Clearly, this is the woman who trained April, she thought. The little boy was handsome. Although April had said he was not yet two, he was already walking. Moreover, it appeared that training pants had already taken the place of diapers. Mrs. Jefferson whispered to Ronnie to say hello.
Ronnie toddled over to where she was sitting and put out his hand. Emily took his tiny hand and carefully shook it. The little boy stood there in front of her, studying her face carefully. Emily could feel the sinking feeling in her stomach again. Normally she terrified small children. This little boy just stood studying her face carefully.
Then he pointed to her and turned to his mother saying, "Lady!" Then he turned back and smiled the warmest smile she had ever seen on a child's face. He said, "Nice lady!" He came closer and held out his arms.
Emily picked him up and found him wrapping his little arms around her neck and giving her a big kiss. When she put him down again, he backed up a little and said softly, "Nice lady." He wanted to sit down and she lifted him onto her lap, where he gently fingered the beads she was wearing. Then he just leaned back against her arm to listen to the grownups.
Emily looked at the other women. They might have been nervous about Ronnie's behavior but they didn't show it if they were. Emily asked about Mr. Jefferson. Mary said, "He died defending our country, Miss Hardwick. He left me with April who has been a wonderful daughter to me. I still miss him terribly, though," she finished simply.
April explained the circumstances surrounding her pregnancy and Ronnie's birth. She spared herself nothing as she told of the contest and serving punch from her tits. As she did, Emily noticed, she didn't lower her head nor turn away from her gaze.
Emily knew about her own reputation. She knew that she was famous for her piercing gray eyes that could see through steel. In fact, she cultivated both the look and the reaction. She was increasingly impressed with this family. When luncheon was announced, they went into the dining room and were seated. In spite of his diminutive size, little Ronnie sat in a booster seat at the table. He waited for the others and ate as neatly as a small child possibly could. Emily watched for a few moments, then picked him up and sat him on her lap. She helped him with the rest of his meal.
When they were nearly finished, she turned to Mary who was sitting at her right and asked, "Mary Jefferson, I am very impressed. 'Manners' is a term that's nearly extinct. Nonetheless, you display an elegance and a breeding I haven't seen in fifty years. What did you do?"
Mary Jefferson sat up even straighter in her chair, or tried to. Her backbone was already ramrod straight. She said, "Miss Hardwick, I began working when I was eight years old. My mother served a family in Virginia ... a very old family. They were members of the First Families of Virginia — the FFV — on both sides. We were never told how to behave. I just watched. I saw what ladies and gentlemen did and how they behaved. I've tried to raise my daughter the same way. I tried to get her to understand what the term, lady, really means."
She looked at Emily straight in the eye. Emily realized Mary's brown eyes were every bit as piercing as her gray ones were. "I believe I have succeeded. I'm very proud of April, and I think my husband, Tom, is very proud of her, too." Suddenly, Mary's face started to crumble. She murmured her excuses and fled from the table. Emily gave Ronnie back to April and went after her.
She found Mary in the living room trying desperately to muffle her tears with a dainty little handkerchief. Emily went to the powder room, grabbed a hand towel and returned to the living room. Pulling up a chair, she sat down next to the woman and said softly, "Mary, that tiny thing is useless at a time like this."
She gave her the towel and drew her into her arms. It was as if a dam had broken. Mary's body was wracked with sobs while Emily comforted her. Finally, she regained control and looked up at her with tear-reddened eyes. Then Emily realized how truly beautiful this woman was.
Mary said softly, "I'm terribly sorry. I apologize. I'll leave at once! My behavior is inexcusable." She tried to smile as she added, "Ronnie makes his grandmother so proud of his behavior, and then she comes apart like ... like ... I don't know what."
"Like a widow who is missing her husband at a very important moment for the family. It hits you like a knife blade, doesn't it? It cuts into you utterly without warning," Emily said very softly.
Mary looked up in surprise. "But ... but how did you know? It is 'Miss', isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, and my virginity is still intact. His name was Mike ... Mike Casey. I met him during the war. He was a Navy pilot and I loved him so very much. He ... He asked me to marry him. He had his whole leave ahead of him. He had just completed advanced pilot training and was going out to the Pacific to join his carrier. But I wanted a big church wedding and a white gown and the full array, so I said we should wait. He was killed in action."
Suddenly, Emily's face crumpled and she began to cry. She began to sob and tears began to pour from her eyes. Now it was Mary's turn. She held the older woman close. April came running from the dining room. Still holding Emily, she told April to get the butler.
The man came in and carried Miss Emily to her bedroom and laid her on her bed, still weeping uncontrollably. Mary shooed April away and undressed the woman, slipping her under the covers nude. She was amazed at the beauty of the elderly woman's figure. She stripped off her own clothes and got into bed with her. She took her in her arms and just held her close. Finally, sheer exhaustion caught up with her and Emily fell asleep in Mary's arms.
It was nearly six o'clock when she awakened. Emily was shocked. She was undressed in bed and in the arms of another woman. She looked at Mary Jefferson and remembered. Then she took her fingers and gently stroked the lovely body beside her. Mary's eyes opened quickly. She smiled at Emily and suddenly looked startled. She jumped out of bed like she had been stuck with a pin and started to look around for her clothes.
Emily said softly, "Mary Jefferson, get your lovely black ass back in this bed this second. You'll catch your death!"
Mary got back in the bed but remained as far from Emily as she could. Emily grinned and moved close to her to hold her in her arms again. She whispered, "That does it! Mary Jefferson, I have a proposition to make to you. You have a small apartment. I have a very large one. It's too large, really. I want you, April and Ronnie to come and live with me." She pretended to glare and said, "And if you call me Miss Hardwick one more time, I'll kill you! The name is Emily."
With that she slipped out of bed and went to a jewelry box. Opening it, she took out a tray revealing a cavity below. She scooped up the contents, brought them back to the bed and turned on a light. Then she gathered up armfuls of pillows and with a grin threw them at Mary's head.
Her eyes were full of love as she said, "Mary, I haven't done this in nearly fifty years. I was in college. I would get a letter and my roommate would climb into bed with me while I read it to her. May I? Please?" Mary looked and again was startled by Emily's figure. Remarkably, it was almost girlish, with skin that was still as smooth as satin. She climbed into bed and Mary came close.
She carefully unfolded the first letter and began to read. There were a series of letters from a young man going to war. He described daily activities and told her what it was like to serve aboard an aircraft carrier — in Mike's case, the Enterprise. In each letter he recalled caressing Emily's full breasts and telling her that he couldn't wait to take her to his marriage bed. Each letter had an intimate detail of their very short time together.
She came to the last one. Mike told her that a major battle was in prospect. "The brass say it's one we have to win." They were gathering near a small island he was sure she had never heard of if he told her its name nor would she ever hear of it again. "Darling," he said, "if anything happens to me, I'll wait for you, dear Emily. I'll wait for you forever. You are the love of my life." It was signed, "With all my love, forever. Mike."
"He was wrong about one thing, Mary," Emily said softly with her voice breaking. "The island was Midway. I was named as the next of kin in his will." She took out three small boxes. "This is what the Navy gave me. The boxes contained the Navy Cross, the Air Medal, and the Purple Heart. She looked at Mary and said, "Please help me, Mary. Will you?"
"Help you? By living with you?" Mary asked, puzzled. "How can that help you?"
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IncestBefore leaving, I checked the cable modem. She has her computer on the cable. After the gym, I went to the big box store to get my equipment. When I went to Laura's house, there was a note on the back door telling me to come in and do what I needed to do. They had gone to visit grandmother. It took a while to get the holes drilled and the cable strung. I had to drill holes through the floor of the closet, but that worked out fine since closets were the same on both floors. I couldn't hide...
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When I returned from Fort Sill, the house was in order, the dishes were all put away and I found Alyssa and Ashley both at their desks working. What a surprise to find them doing what they should be doing. When I went in to kiss them both, they seemed genuinely happy to see me. I suppose it represented both the relief to know that someone was here and that they honestly missed me. Alyssa hugged me longer than usual and smiled a lot. That felt good inside. We quickly decided that the first...
It must have been quite windy outside because we made a hard landing at Langley. Half an hour later, I was in a Navy van on the way to the Naval Hospital at Portsmouth. Within two hours, I was in my bed tired as hell. A nurse came by with some records and asked how I was doing. "Fine, I think. A little hungry and very tired." "Can you walk to the chow hall?" "I think so. I haven't used my leg much today." She guided me to the chow hall, which was serving sandwiches and snacks at...
Cynthia Laura and I were engaged in a cutthroat game of Scrabble on a Saturday afternoon with the girls. We had not heard from Charles in many days, either by phone or email. Although I missed hearing from him, I had been warned that he could suddenly disappear with no notice. So, I wasn't concerned. My cell phone rang and I answered. A male voice began, "Cynthia, this is Master Chief Cantera from the Reserve Center. I wonder if I could come by and talk to you for a few minutes?" I had...
Cynthia knew this was coming, with Gordon behind bars he would transfer his power. Tyler walked to her swinging a small key chain, then unclasp his hand revealing the key. She dropped her head, in seconds 9 years of raising him from boy to man flashed through her mind.Cyn had met Gordon by chance in a seedy late night bar. After several drinks with his constant flirting he made a pass at her. She thought she could scare him off telling him that she was a T-Girl, but it only served to entice...
Cynthia went to the door. Before opening it she straightened her back and thrust her breasts out. Then she opened it and waited. Peter Stewart was coming up the walk. When he looked up, he saw the girl standing naked in the doorway waiting for him. Smiling, he said, "Hi! I'm Pete Stewart. You must be Cynthia Martin, my wife's new—" "—slave, Mr. Stewart," she finished with a smile. "I'm your wife's bond slave." Suddenly, she appeared flustered. Cindy had been prepared to take...
The trip to college was quite the trip for cynful. You see, when you're riding with a sex crazed dog, like Teddy, that seems to want sex every couple of hours, a simple four day trek across country becomes quite the adventure. At first, they would stop at a rest area and cynful would take Teddy to the very back of the rest area as much out of sight as possible and let him fuck her. They found though that they were getting farther and farther behind schedule. When they stopped for dinner...
Four unhappy women climbed into the van to head back to Raleigh. Although it would be a long day, it would be nothing compared to Charles' trip. In the mirror, I noticed Alyssa crying quietly. I said, "Alyssa, are you having a hard time?" "Yes. I didn't want him to go. I'm scared." "We all are, sweetheart. It's okay to cry. I certainly have and I think your mother is still a little damp." "What are we going to do? He did everything around the house. We can't even go bike...
Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...
Cynthia and Rob lay in bed staring into each other's eyes with love and adoration for each other. They had been going at it like the newly weds they were for the last 24 hours. Between Rob and Teddy, she had had sex at least every couple of hours. She was a bit sore from the ceremony the night before and all of the activity, but it was a good sore. Rob was happy and that was all that was important to her. They had been lying like that for a while when Rob said, "God you are beautiful my...
Next morning, we mounted up in the five-ton truck sitting on benches looking outward. In the "old days," soldiers sat facing each other like a sewing circle until someone figured out that wasn't a good defensive position and changed the seats. Looking outward with weapons at the ready gave us a better chance to see and engage them if they fell within the rules of engagement in effect. I sat next to Sgt. Jefferson, who had coached me yesterday. He started telling me about the situation....
It was two weeks later and Cindy was making a remarkable recovery. She was out of bed and moving, although gingerly. A week earlier Jan had removed the stitches from her crotch and found the most serious cuts were healing nicely. Now Jan was out of the house running errands. She had a lot to do that had been let go during the time Cindy needed constant care. It was early afternoon, and Cin was taking a nap. She awakened when the doorbell rang and then she heard the door open. She heard a...
The following Thursday afternoon, the third of July, Cindy again drove to the station, this time to meet Jeffrey Campbell, and arrived just as he was getting off the train. The first thing he did was to hurt her feelings by commenting on her ugly little Japanese car. She had come to love the thing. Driving out to the house, Jeffrey made a point of telling her that he had relieved himself with a new boyfriend before getting on the train. This time his remark turned her stomach. When they...
April Jefferson was feeling good when she returned to her desk after an early lunch. She was scheduled to relieve Jean at the reception desk at twelve-thirty. She was very pleased with her new job at the bank. The people were very nice and things were starting to work out for her. Looking at her desk she found a note to see Mr. Burke immediately. Suddenly, her heart was in her mouth. It must have been that trouble with the two women this morning, she thought. But they seemed so nice! I hope...
When the Stewarts and Cindy returned home to Deerfield, there was a package waiting for Jan from the bank. She opened it and flipped through the material. Most was routine, but there was a sealed envelope for Cindy which Jan passed over to her. Cindy opened it and scanned it quickly. It was from S. Stratton White, saying that the loan to Chicago Steel had been turned down. He indicated he would be available to talk about it at two o'clock Monday afternoon. Cindy was furious as she got ready...
It was only a week before Christmas when Cindy called April and asked what the Division was going to do for a party. Hanging up the phone, April immediately called the dining room and asked about scheduling a Christmas party for the division. By now the unit numbered sixty people and it was still growing rapidly. The initial response was laughter. She was told in no uncertain terms that all facilities had been booked for over six months. Hearing the news, April was ashamed. It was the first...
The last-minute preparations were all set for the feast Cindy had planned and prepared. Although Jan had cooperated with her on the hors d'oeuvres, the dinner was entirely Cindy's. She had planned it, purchased the food with her own money, and prepared it. In spite of her teasing, it turned out that Kelly was a very good cook and, working with Cindy, had become much better. Kelly was going to personally handle the final preparations so Cindy could remain seated. The girls who were going to...
When they left J.J. Murphy's, snow was falling. Again, Cathy surprised Ken. It was very cold and the wind was swirling the snow around the street lights. But instead of huddling into her coat like all the other girls he knew, Cathy held her head up straight and seemed to enjoy the sensation of the snowflakes melting on her face. Unselfconsciously, she took his hand and held it as they walked down the street. It was only a few blocks to the apartment, Cathy had said. They had gone less than...
After a little discussion, Cathy and Ken decided to leave the Bears' party and have dinner alone. It turned out that they were both now famous in New Orleans and Antoine's management was happy to oblige them with a table in spite of the Super Bowl crowd. They were quietly enjoying a pre-dinner drink when Cindy and Dan appeared and asked to join them. Cindy made a remark to Ken with a wink about the uppity slaves she had to put up with these days. After they ordered drinks Cindy just looked...
For the month following the events of the Thanksgiving Weekend, things picked up a steady routine. The Friday evenings at the porn shop ended after the auction and Susie and June were allowed to heal. The two still attended classes but their hearts weren't into it. Susie because she was totally humiliated having to walk around with the piercings and chains hanging off her. Quite a few of her classmates stopped and asked her why she had done something so outrageous. She didn't know what to...
Cynthia had went to a local gym which she done twice a week for some years with her friend. Today she had went alone as her friend was not able to come with her. At 53 years old and a little overweight she enjoyed the time working on the treadmill and working out on the various equipment. Walking on the treadmill her beautiful blonde hair swung back and forth with each step and her 36DD breasts snapped up and down with the concussion of each step. Cynthia's Workout Cynthia had went to a local...
MatureIntroduction: Cynthia arrives at her sisters house for a relaxing vacation and an early Christmas treat from Rhoda Next day, the human touch was still on my mind and I decided to make an appointment for a minor touch up treatment. It definitely still stings at first but the pleasurable massage following the Brazilian waxing with the soothing human touch is still worth the trip. This new avenue of pleasure had arrived for me about a year and a half ago. Every few months I would treat myself this...
Cindy made the coffee and carried a tray upstairs. Carefully, she opened the door, trying not to make any noise. But just the sound of the latch turning was enough to waken Jan. She looked at Cindy and winked. She's wide awake! And she's not bleary eyed or fuzzy. She's beautiful even when she awakens! Janice Stewart is unreal, she thought. Cindy saw Jan's hand squeeze Pete's that was cupping her breast. His eyes opened instantly. Jan's face was turned towards his and she heard her...
When Cynthia Martin regained consciousness the next morning, it was like rising through a red fog of pain. She finally worked up enough energy to open her eyes. When her eyes opened, the first thing she saw were Jan's brilliant blue eyes looking at her. She tried to smile and almost did. Realizing she was in a bed, she tried to get up, but Janice's hand gently held her down. Cindy was amazed at how weak she was; she couldn't overcome even the slightest pressure. Jan said softly, "Where...
Over the next weeks things slowly returned to normal. Cindy's body had now healed: There were now only red lines marking the cuts on her body which were fading fast under her golden tan. One day Pete returned home driving a new car, a bright red Mazda 323 GTX. He parked it next to the garage and Cindy came out to look at it. "What happened to the BMW? Get a little too close to a tree?" "Oh, this? No, it's yours. I left mine at the office," he replied. "Mine? What do you mean, mine?...
On Friday the doorbell rang at noon. Jan went to the door and found a man standing there with a large bag in his hand. He asked, "Are you Janice Stewart? You look like the description your mother gave me. I'm Henry Hall, your mother's hairdresser. She said you have a friend staying with you who has a big date and she asked me to come out and fix her hair." Jan's jaw dropped. When she was in Los Angeles she commented on the fact that all of the girls in the Clifford & Jamison office...
The next morning after their lovemaking, Cindy dragged Dan out of bed. Along with the Stewarts, they went to church early and then returned home to another breakfast Cindy prepared. With her heart in her mouth, she made croissants which turned out to be as light and flaky as Jan's best. She served them with omelettes which were also masterpieces. Jan just shook her head sadly and said, "Pete, it's all over. I used to think I was a passable cook, but there's no way I could do...
The next morning Jan went into the office of Illinois Technologies with Pete. Cindy learned they were planning to change the company name to The Peters Drive Company. By now she had become so expert in cleaning she finished her work in the house by ten, and then put on a pair of tight Levi's and a chambray shirt she borrowed from Jan. As a result of her workouts on the exercise equipment, her own clothes were now all too tight in the shoulders and too full on her hips. Getting in her car,...
Cindy heard April's car come to a sliding stop on the gravel driveway at nine-fifteen the next morning. She heard running steps and was waiting at the door to open it. April was standing there, breathless. There were tears in her eyes as she said, "Cindy, I'm so sorry! We came as fast as we could. There was a mix-up on instructions. Kathy was told to meet me at eight and not seven. It's not her fault. Please be nice to her? All the fault is mine, and as the senior I take all the...
Kathy woke up when she felt a pressure on her breast. She looked up and found herself looking into Bill Cartwright's blue eyes. "Good morning, my darling," she whispered. "Are you ready to make love to me yet this morning?" Bill kissed her passionately and then rolled over between her legs. She positioned his cock and soon she could feel him moving inside her wetness. It was better than it ever had been. Soon she had her first orgasm, and then more with increasing frequency. Finally she...