Author: SM
Title: Buxom Mother
and Daughter
Part: 7
Universe: SM, Buxom
Mother and Daughter
Summary: Big-boobed
mother and daughter move in across the breezeway from Greg, who goes over to
offer to help. To his surprise, they
want his help in many intimate ways, and so the fun begins.
Keywords: MF+, FF,
light m-dom/slave, f-dom/slave,
M/F
Language: English
Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 7
(MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, f-dom/slave, M/F)
By SM
This is a work of fiction for adult
entertainment. You know the drill, if
you’re too young, or it’s illegal where you live, and all that, then don’t read
it. How hard can it be to understand
that?
Ok, if it’s hard, then just skip this
story anyway, just to be on the safe side.
On the other hand, if you want to, you
can leave a message at the beep.
BEEEP
And if you tried to leave a message,
don’t read this story, either.
You will need to read the first parts to
get the flow of this story, so if you haven’t, Part 1 is here,
Part 2 is here,
Part 3 is here,
Part 4 is here,
Part 5 is here,
and Part 6 is here
. . . in case you haven’t noticed, this is Part 7. If there is enough interest, going by the
comments, I’ll continue.
The dream was about
all 5 of His slaves dancing like Michelle had at the nude bar, and pieces of
their clothes were flying around the room after they had torn them off. When the clothes touched anything, they
turned into porno magazine pages, although the figures on each of the pages
moved like a Harry Potter movie.
Lactating boobs were being sucked for milk, and thighs were glistening
with pussy juices as they humped up and down on his cock, while he was sucking
on her tongue. He woke up to Cheryl’s
French kiss, although in real life, she was sucking on his tongue. He was not disappointed.
“Mmmmmmm
. . . good morning, My Master,” Cheryl said as she broke the kiss, her eyes
bright and happy. “Have I told you how
much I love you today yet?” Her body was
draped over his, and he could feel her boobs on his chest and her bush against
his leg.
He laughed. “Well, yes and no. But you can tell me again, pet.”
“I love you muches
and muches and bunches and bunches and more than words can say, Master,” she
said, kissing him on the lips.
“I love you . . . oh, I don’t know how many muches . . . or how many bunches, either, pet . . . lots
and lots . . . words could probably say
it, but it would take decades to say them all, and you’d get bored hearing all
those words,” he replied, smiling back at her.
“Oh, I don’t
know. I may not get bored hearing all of
them. How’ bout we try that?” She
giggled.
“Ok . . . I don’t
think I have anything else to do for the next couple of decades,” he sighed in
an exaggeratedly fake bland voice. She
slapped him on the arm, and they both laughed until she kissed him again,
snuggling and rubbing her body on his skin.
Of course it was
Candi who texted him at about 10am, asking if ‘Master Greg and Mistress Cheryl’
would like to come over for breakfast.
He was hungry by then, so he texted back, “sounds good.”
“Master, may I call
you?”
“Ok” So, his cell phone rang.
“Hello, my slave
Candi.”
“Hello, Master. Uhm . . . I was hoping I could wash you in
the shower this morning. Alice went with
her mom to the store, so she’s not here, and so
. . . I was hoping . . . ” her voice trailed
off.
“Well, you’ll have to
come over here then, and you might ask my wife if she would like that, too.”
“May I speak with
her, please?” Candi’s voice sounded very
bright with that idea.
“Sure,”
and he handed the phone to Cheryl. He
was only mildly surprised with he heard his wife accept the Candi’s offer of
washing her in the shower. She told
Candi that she’d let her in the front door, said goodbye and hung up. She got up and went and unlocked the front
door. When she came back into the
bedroom, she wasn’t alone. Candi and
Melissa were with her, bringing a coffee carafe, a tray of coffee cups and
spoons, with rum in the glass creamer cup for Greg, and all kinds of coffee
flavor and sweetener for Cheryl. Candi
wasn’t naked, but she was wearing a very light almost see-thru shift, which
didn’t hide her boobs or her erect nipples very well, and Greg could even see
the shape of her bush through it.
Hopefully, nobody was out in the breezeway to be offended by her
near-nudity.
“Which of you wants
to go first?” Candi asked brightly, after they had greeted them and set the
coffee trays down. She was also carrying
a bag full of what looked like oil and soap and shampoo. Melissa bowed, asked to be excused, and went
to cook breakfast.
Greg was feeling
rather comfortable, so he looked at Cheryl and lifted his head in a gesture
toward Candi, “you can go first, babe.”
Cheryl groaned and tried to get up off the bed, getting tangled in the
sheet and bedspread. Candi ran forward
and helped her, and they giggled, and finally she got out from under the
bedclothes and Candi ushered her into the bathroom. On her way out, Candi turned and said, “I’m
sorry, Master, this might take awhile, but I’ll be back as soon as I can,
Master, Sir.”
Greg got up and used
the ½ bath which was just off from the bedroom, and then returned to lie down
and have a cup of coffee and then another one with rum, while listening to an
interesting variety of sounds from the shower.
He could hear Cheryl laughing a good bit at Candi’s remarks, even though
he couldn’t hear the words themselves.
And it appeared that somewhere in there, Cheryl squealed like she
usually did while she was having an orgasm.
He heard the shower cut off, and then there were sounds of giggling and
water running in the sink and so on.
Eventually, Cheryl
walked smiling back into the bedroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, the skin on her
body looking shiny, with Candi close behind rubbing some kind of oil on her
back. Greg scooted over and she lay down
beside him, while Candi continued to rub the oil all the way down her legs and
on her feet. Apparently her front side
was already covered, so when she was done, she looked at Greg and smiled.
“I take it that it’s
my turn now,” he grinned. She nodded,
and he groaned as he started to get up.
“You’ll feel MUCH
better after your shower, Master,” she said brightly.
“She’s right . . . I
feel so much better, I may fall back asleep,” Cheryl said into her pillow. Greg just laughed and hobbled into the
bathroom and into the shower.
Candi was very loving
and washed every inch of his body, humming happily to herself and kissing his
skin from time to time. After he was
thoroughly clean, she looked up at him, “Master? Do you want me to give you a handjob? I’ve never given anyone one . . . or I could
suck you off . . . or you could cum in my hair?
I heard it would make my hair shinier.”
Greg noted that this
was a rather unusual list. He didn’t
remember a time when he’d been asked those 3 particular choices before in one
breath, so he chuckled a bit. He reached
down to where she was on her knees and pulled her up and gave her a big hug and
a kiss on the lips. She seemed
surprised, but happy at this.
“Hrmmmm
. . . those are very good choices, all of them . . . hard to choose only one.”
“Maybe we could do
all three, Master?”
He laughed. “Likely so, but not all one time in one
shower, my pet. How
about you give me a handjob this morning, since that
will be a new experience for you.
But, let me sit down over there for that,” he said, indicating a stool
by the wall outside of the shower.
“Yes, Master!” she
said brightly, obviously excited. After
she had helped him sit down, she went quickly to her bag and got out some
mineral oil and a hand-cloth. She knelt
down in front of him and poured some oil on her hands and began to rub his cock
and balls with it.
As he suspected, she
was much too enthusiastic at first, pumping up and down very fast, so he had to
reach down and catch her wrist to slow her down. “Pet?”
“Yes, Master?”
“It seems I need to
teach you some things about giving me a hand job.”
“Ok, Master . . . Yes,
please teach me.” Her voice was humble, almost plaintive.
“Well, first of all,
remember that the mind is the greatest and most powerful sex organ.”
“It is? . . . uhm . . . I’m not sure I understand, Master.”
“Hrmmm
. . . stand up, my pet. Let me show you,
then.” She stood up, her ample boobs jiggling a bit,
naked and wet.
“Close your eyes, and
take 3 deep breaths, and try to clear your mind and just give yourself over to
the feelings.” She closed her eyes, took
the 3 deep breaths and he could see that she was trying to clear her mind.
He started lightly
stroking the top of her neck, across her collar bone toward her shoulder, then
the same on the other side. She
shivered, obviously enjoying his touch.
He leaned forward by her ear.
“You’re very
beautiful, my pet,” he said very softly.
She licked her lips, which suddenly appeared to be dry.
“Thank you, Sir,” she
whispered. He slowly, very slowly, moved
his fingers down and touched featherlike on the top of her boobs. She hissed as she breathed inward in surprise
and arousal with the first few touches, then she breathed out like she was
trying to control her excitement, focusing on where he was going to touch her
next. He moved down even more, slowly feather-touching
near her nipples on both sides, and leaned forward and breathed on each of her
nipples without touching them.
“HuhH,”
her voice caught a bit.
“Your tits are very
sexy, and I can hardly wait until I rub them and suck on them . . . and then I
want so much to feel where your panties cover your thighs, . . . and your
pussy,” he whispered, as he continued down very slowly without even touching
her nipples directly, feather touch, down her front, her stomach, the top of
her waist where the elastic band of her panties usually held tightly, touching especially
on that sensitive spot at the bend in her thigh. “That hidden place where only a lover can
touch, only a lover can see.” Slowly,
slowly, his touch moved down into her bush gently stroking her pussy hair,
teasing a bit. She swallowed, her breath
growing more rapid.
He gently touched her
pussy lips, which were already swollen in anticipation. She unconsciously moved her hips toward his
fingers, her desire taking control of the muscles of her thighs.
His voice was still a
whisper. “So, My pet.
So, you want Me
to take you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she
whispered back, trembling as she swallowed again.
“Your body is Mine
now, isn’t it?”
“OH, YES, Master!”
she whispered, although with more intensity.
He touched her very lightly
on her cunt lips, and she shivered and her thighs started to tremble. She grabbed his hand involuntarily, pulling
it toward her open pussy. He resisted.
“May I cum, Master? .
. .” she whispered, swallowing again.
“Please, please, please . . . “ her voice
pleading.
“Yes, pet.”
He caught her before
she hit the floor and laid her down on the bathroom rug, but it took her some
time to recover. Her face had turned a
bit pale, so he got a small cup of water and put it to her lips. Her mouth sucked on it, so he bent her head
up so she could drink. Her eyes opened,
first a bit unfocussed and then she looked startled.
“Oh, MY GOD,
MASTER! That was unbelievable!” her voice was
hoarse, almost squeaky like she could barely talk. He gave her some more water, and a chance to
get her breath and find some focus again.
“Well, now you might
understand what I meant. The mind is the
biggest sex organ. I barely touched
you. I didn’t even have to command you
to cum. I just gave you permission when
you asked.”
“Oh,
my god, Master. WOW!. . . . yeah, I see what you mean
. . . I don’t know how you did it, but yeah . . . wow.”
“If you like, we can
talk about how you would to do that with a handjob or
a blowjob.”
“Wow . . . yes,
please, Master. I want to learn that. Please, Master, Sir.”
“It seems that you’ve
been wanting things a bit faster than we can arrange
them, my pet,” Greg told her. “I don’t
mind you asking for things, but you’ll have to be patient for me to do
everything you want to do.”
“Yes, Master,” she
replied. “I really don’t mind
waiting. I’ve just been so excited that
I have a real Master and a real lover that I want everything all at once . . .
I’m sorry about that, Master.”
“That’s ok with
me. I just don’t want you to get
discouraged that we don’t get to do all the things I’ve said we can do right
away. We’ll get to them all eventually,
but it will take awhile. Real
relationships are like that, after all, you know.”
“I’m not discouraged
at ALL, Master! You’ve shown me tons of
stuff already that I never even knew could happen.” She smiled at him brightly. “And, just knowing how much you notice me and
try to do the stuff I ask is . . . well
. . . no other guy has been able to put up with me an’ my big mouth . . . so .
. . you . . ..”
Tears came to her eyes and her voice choked up, so instead of trying to
finish, she just hugged him and cried on his shoulder. He patted her back awkwardly, since that’s all
he could do anyway.
“DA’s
office. This is Steve. Can I help you?”
“Hi, guy . . . it’s Greg. How’s it
going over at the DA’s office today?”
“HEY! It’s good, man.
Well, tons of work to do, but it’s good to hear from you. How’s Mich- uhm . .
. everyone?”
“Doin’ great! . . . we
were hoping you could come over for dinner some evening soon—even tonight, if
you’re not busy. It’s short notice, so
don’t worry about it if tonight doesn’t work for you. We can do it some other
night.”
“Busy? I’m only busy at work, and that’s all the
time when I’m at work. But, after work? Are
you kidding? Just grab some fast food and sit around and watch the tube . . .
been bored out of my skull at the house for a long time.” He paused.
“To tell you the truth, it’s been even worse since last . . . well, you know . . . since I met
her-uh-you folks. I can hardly stand it,
at home.” He sounded wistful.
“Well, don’t feel
alone, guy. There’s this blonde gal
hanging around here that has been moping around like she’s lost her hairdo or somethin’ . . . you’d think the raise she got recently
would have helped a bit, but, noooo.”
“No kidding?”
“Word has it that
she’s missing some guy she met recently, dunno’ who,” Greg said,
tongue-in-cheek.
“No kidding?”
“Yeah . . . I think
his name is Sven or Steve or somethin’ . . . probably Scandinavian. Word has it she met him at a nude bar, gawd’elp’us,” Greg said, even his voice sounded like he was
smiling. “Ain’t
that a story, huh?”
“No kidding?”
“I think your
answering machine is broken, it’s repeating.”
Greg laughed out loud softly.
“Yeah, guy . . . want to come over for dinner?”
“What time?”
“6:30
. . . although, we’ll eat around 7ish, after drinks.”
“See you then.”
“I take it you mean
tonight?”
“Would
hate to have her worry too long about her hairdo.”
Greg just laughed,
gave him the address, and hung up.
Even though the rest
of them didn’t exactly know what Greg and Steve had said, her hairdo was the
focus of a great deal of conversation for the following hours leading up to
dinner. The debate was rather out of
Greg’s prevue, since he had always been of the mind that after he’d showered and
run a comb through his hair every morning, it would probably be good for the
day, and in a pinch could go several days.
As for hair color, he hadn’t the foggiest idea what the difference was between
champagne blonde and medium ash blonde or even light natural blonde, and that
likely would remain a mystery to him since he had 5 sexy women around to attend
to that. Good thing, too, for this
particular evening.
When Steve arrived,
Michelle opened the door wearing her collar (with no leash), a light blue
low-cut top with matching light blue thigh-length skirt and stockings, curls of
her blonde hair dangling on each side of her face, gold earrings, and a blush,
not necessarily in that order. Greg was
mildly curious about whether she was wearing panties, as that had been a topic
between all the women for about 30 minutes or so, but he’d never heard what
they’d decided. She was wearing a blue
push-up half-bra, though—that much he knew.
Her eyes were demurely looking down at Steve’s feet, and she bowed to
him, “Please come in, Sir.”
Steve stepped in and
just looked at her. His mouth dropped
open about half-way, but he just stood there looking at her with one arm behind
his back. The silence lasted long enough
to be awkwardly noticeable.
“Hiya’
Steve,” Greg said to break the awkward moment.
“Come on in, friend.”
Steve grinned,
startled out of his reverie and brought the crystal candle out from behind his
back. It was a hollow taper, an oil
candle, with a white wick, a beautiful glass flower at its base. He handed it to Michelle.
“Ooooooooooooooh”
all the women in the room cooed in unison, not the least of whom was Michelle,
who reached out with trembling hands, cradling it carefully. Tears came to her eyes and she looked at
Steve, whose face was almost as blushed as hers.
“
“Oooooooooooooh,”
the rest of the women cooed again. Greg
caught himself just in time before he joined in on the chorus.
The oil candle
gleamed brightly on the table just between their plates, and Greg noticed how
many shades of gold reflected from both her eyes and her hair. He had thought previously that she wasn’t all
that good-looking, but he revised his opinion, realizing that he had made that
judgment unfairly, when she had been full of frustration and anger at being
rejected and unwanted. He reminded
himself that beauty, real beauty, is an expression of the heart, not of shapes
of the body or face. And beauty had been
born that night, no doubt about it.
Dinner
was fun, actually, although Greg didn’t think that either Steve or Michelle
tasted anything they ate. They spent a
lot of time blushing like a pair of teenagers, which Greg found rather
humorous, knowing they were both in their 40’s.
Greg himself, on the other hand, found the steak and shrimp to taste
exceptionally well, along with the broccoli with cheese sauce, sautéed mushrooms,
red potato quarters cooked in parsley and butter, as well as the merlot to go
with it. After all, he had cooked it all—except
for dissert, which was unfortunately store-bought apple sherbet. Also, it had given him something to do while
the women were fussing around to and fro about Michelle’s hairdo and clothing
choices.
He had been
distracted several times as he cooked, however, by naked or nearly naked women
walking by, trying on purple thongs, or a black bra with purple trim, and the
like. Or, maybe it was lavender. He was never quite clear on that.
Afterwards, they
moved to the living room area of the apartment, as Candi and Alice had
volunteered to clean up the dishes.
Cheryl had put on a delightful light purple—or lavender—patterned
pantsuit for the occasion, her brunette hair curled around her face, and she
sat on his left, as Greg had indicated Steve to sit on his right, with Michelle
at his feet slightly to his right, leaning against his leg. Melissa took position on the floor between
his legs facing sideways towards Steve, wearing what he thought was her
turquoise low-cut blouse with matching skirt and panties (he knew the color of
her panties only because she’d showed them to him while he was cooking, asking
his opinion)—although, in the end she may have finally settled on her ‘bottle
green’ outfit (a color he’s never heard of before). He had no idea how to tell the difference
between those colors, anyway. All of the
women were wearing their collars, without leashes.
“Great food,” Steve
said, sipping an after dinner Calvados.
“Thank you. We’re glad you could come over at last
minute.”
“It’s been nice to
meet Melissa and Candi and Alice.” At
that moment, there was a tinkle of breaking glass in the kitchen and a hushed,
“oh, SHIT!” just loud enough for them to hear.
Greg laughed. “Are you ok in there?”
Candi popped her head
into view around the corner. “Yes,
Master. Sorry about that. It was only a shot glass.”
“What were you doing
with a shot glass?”
“Measuring
some rum for the coffee, Master, Sir. We have 5 more shot glasses, though.”
He laughed. “Ok.
Don’t worry about it.”
“Ok, Master, I’m
sorry.” Her head disappeared.
“What would you like
to drink after your brandy, Steve? We
have other things besides rum and coffee.”
“Actually that sounds
fine. I’m not very picky.” He reached out and touched Michelle’s blonde
locks and anyone watching had to admit that Michelle actually glowed.
They heard the
dishwasher start, and Alice and Candi brought out a tray of coffee with rum in
it for everyone. After they served
everyone, they took up position on the floor on either side of Cheryl, and
Alice leaned over and hugged her leg.
Candi sat there beside Cheryl’s leg and sipped her coffee with rum,
looking around excitedly at everyone.
“I’m sure you’re
wondering how things are with me and Michelle, given that you’ve come into the
picture,” Cheryl said looking at Steve.
“Uhm, not really . .
. I don’t really understand the ins-and-outs of the BDSM world, but I’m willing
to learn. She’s your slave, that much I
know—and Greg’s, too, although I’m not sure how that works, either.”
“Well, yes, but Michelle
clearly has seen you as, well . . . someone very important to her. So, she has my permission to see where it
might lead with you. And Greg has
already said that it’s fine with him, too.”
Steve looked
thoughtful. “That’s very nice of both of
you. Thank you--and,” grinning, he
looked at Michelle, “yes, I’d like to see where it might lead with her.” Michelle looked up with a gasp and hugged him
very hard.
“Besides,” Greg said,
also grinning, “I’m up to my ears in slaves.
I can barely walk without stepping on one of them.” Melissa wacked him
on the leg and they all laughed.
“Seriously, though, I’m not opposed to having another guy in the
picture—I’m not gay, but I don’t mind sharing, so if you and Michelle can get
it together, you’ll have our support.
You’ll have to put up with us, though, bad food, broken dishes . . . ” Candi was close enough to wack him on the leg, and
everybody laughed again.
“Ma’am?” Alice looked
up at Cheryl.
“Yes?”
“If Mom isn’t your
slave any longer . . . could I . . . try?”
Everyone was surprised at that.
Candi looked happily up at Cheryl, though, waiting for her response.
“I don’t see why
not,” Cheryl said thoughtfully.
“Then everything is
settled!” Candi announced.
“Now wait a minute,”
Steve said chuckling. “I don’t know if
things will work out with Michelle.
Don’t be re-arranging everything just yet. She might not like me after she gets to know
me.”
“Well, I doubt that,
but you might not like me after you get to know me . . . I uhm . . . need
spanking quite regularly,” Michelle said.
“I can be a bitch.” Steve didn’t
seem very dismayed by that.
“It’s going to be an
interesting ride, that’s for sure,” Greg put in. “I’ll loan you a whip, though, just in
case.” Melissa wacked him again with
more laughter. He crooked a finger at
Candi, and whispered something in her ear, and she went her mom’s bedroom and
returned with Michelle’s collar. He
tossed it to Steve.
“Here. This will help.” Both Steve and Michelle blushed.
They chatted for a
big longer, and Greg noted that Steve was starting to look like he’d like to
have some time alone with Michelle.
“We’d better close
this party down. Might bother the
neighbors, all this racket. And my legs
are getting bruised from my slaves wacking me.” He dodged Candi’s swing and caught Melissa’s
before it hit his leg. “See?”
Michelle turned and
looked at him and at Cheryl. “Uhm . . .
Master and Mistress?”
“Yes?”
“Could I have some
time with . . . him . . . alone, I mean?”
Steve cleared his
throat. “I’d like that, too. She can come stay the night with me, if
that’s ok with everybody.”
Greg waved at
them. “You two go ahead. Want us to call you a cab, since you’ve been
drinking?”
“Sounds
good, thanks, man.”
“Yes, thank You! I need to go and
pack some clothes and things,” Michelle said, getting up.
“Where you’re going,
you probably won’t need clothes,” Greg said laughing, and Melissa wacked him
again.
After they left and
some discussion, Alice wanted to sleep with Cheryl which
was fine with Greg so they went over to the other apartment, and clearly
Melissa wanted to sleep with Greg. That
left Candi without a partner for the night.
“That’s ok. . . . I
haven’t sorted all those clothes and toys that mom gave me yet. Can I model them for you before you and her .
. . uhm . . . before you go to sleep, I mean?”
“Sounds
good to me. I’ll
just command you to cum a lot.”
“YES!” and she ran to
her room.
Greg went and rinsed
off in the shower quickly before he headed to Melissa’s room. When he got there, Melissa had turned on the
rope light which encircle the ceiling, and lit several candles. She had put her leash on and was kneeling
beside the bed, facing the door through which he’d entered. When he approached, she reached up with the
end of the leash toward him, so he took it.
He sat down on the bed, against the headboard, sitting up, and tugged
her into position between his legs.
Candi appeared in the
doorway which he had left open, and knocked on the frame politely.
“Come on in. After all, we were expecting you.”
She came into the
room wearing a nipple chain, her black hair set off by a white lace bustier
with straps holding up her white stockings, pirouetting so that they could see
that she also had inserted a clear glass buttplug, which the white g-string barely
held in, complete with white 5-inch heels.
Greg applauded, and Melissa joined him. “Bravo! . . .
very sexy!” Then he mouthed “cum”
to her and she grabbed her thighs in her orgasm.
Then she giggled and
hopped up on the bed to give them both a kiss, then ran back out to change into
another ensemble.
Greg liked almost all
of them, including the Playboy Bunny suit with the white fluffy tail, and when
she had gone to make another change, he wondered aloud if it was the same one
that Alice had worn recently until Melissa pointed out that her daughters boobs
were about 4 sizes larger than Alice’, so if she was wearing THAT one, she
wouldn’t be able to breathe. Good point.
The one he liked the
best though, was the total slave outfit, ball gag, blindfold (which she pulled
down over her eyes just as she entered the room), tits tied up hard enough to
make them start to look purple, nipple clamps, a whip held in her arm pit, crude
slutty words written on her boobs and ass offering her body to “all cummers”, leather cuffs with silver hook-rings on her
wrists and ankles for easy restraint, a rather large vibrator in her cunt which
she had to hold in so it wouldn’t fall out until she got down on the floor, and
a black butt plug in her ass. He noticed
that his hypnosis about her lactating was starting to work, as her tied boobs
were leaking a drop or two of milk. He
rewarded her with 3 cum commands in a row, on top of the cheers and applause.
They were all pretty
tired by then, so he told Candi to come get her good night kiss and sent her to
bed. He was pretty horny, but too tired
to do anything, and Melissa looked pretty rung out, too, so they just laid down
and went to sleep.
Part 1 is here,
Part 2 is here,
and Part 3 is here, Part 4 is here, Part 5 is here,
and Part 6 is here. If you haven’t read those parts yet, no
worries. . . . I haven’t read them either, but I’ll get to it, eventually. I
just wrote them, after all. It’s hard to
keep up sometimes.
I’m very interested
in your comments and suggestions—or questions—so if you would be so kind to
take a minute and go here and
send them, I’d appreciate that very much.
If you include your email (optional), I’ll try to reply as soon as
possible.
I have appreciated
the comments and reviews my readers have already sent, so please continue to
send them. If you like the story or
series enough, consider listing it in “Reader’s Recommendations” on the ASSTR
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Don’t miss my other stories, including the
“Her New Name Series” which you can find here.
Thanks,
~SM~