Jon & Jill

Jon and Jill by JK

Chapter Eleven

       A long flight from Seattle, with some rough weather, made Jon Folkkes glad to feel the wheels of his Learjet 45 Long Horn touch the runway at Dallas’ Love Field.  At least the weather in the Dallas/Ft Worth area was good.  He had spent two days in the Seattle weather, and was glad to be home.  He taxied up to his hanger and shut down the two powerful jet engines.  His head mechanic Joe Padilla came out to welcome him.

       “How’s Seattle, Boss?”

       Jon smiled at Joe, “Wet, and miserable.  Airports were socked in, for the most part.  Next time, I think you should take the flight.”

       Joe chuckled, “Naaaah, I don’t think so.  I fix ‘em, so you can fly ‘em.”

       There was a bit more conversation about the flight and the performance of the Lear.  Jon then told Joe he had to do some paper work and contact a client.  Joe affirmed he would pull the Lear into the hanger.

       Jon finished the paper work, then sat back in his chair, enjoying the quiet of his office.  He had a lot on his mind.  For sometime this thing had been on his mind.  He was thinking about asking Jill Combs to marry him.  Jon and Sir Steven had talked at length about this.  Steven liked the idea, but told Jon to make sure Jill understood she would continue to be his sex slave, in ever sense of the word.  There was talk about Anne.  Steven didn’t see the problem.  He felt Anne could continue to be Jon’s sex slave, even if he was married to her daughter, Jill.  Steven saw no reason for things to change.  Steven offered his “barn” as the location for the wedding, and he would even volunteer to take care of the arrangements for a full blown BDSM Master and slave wedding.  Jon liked the idea.

       As Jon sat quietly in his office, he considered all aspects of his life, and the potential of a wedding to Jill.  The more he thought about it, the more he thought this would be the right move.  In fact, Jon Folkkes felt tonight would be the time to “pop” the question to Jill.  Having said that, Jon wanted it to be special, something that would let Jill know she was his sex slave, and even though she might be his wife, her status would not change.  If anything, he would have just a little bit more control over her.  His mind was working on how to make this special, as well as a defining moment.  He loved Jill, and wanted her for his wife, but he simply could not imagine her not being his sex slave, exactly like she is now, and even more so as time passed.

       As usual, Jon was welcomed by two beautiful naked sex slaves.  It was difficult to determine which one, Jill or Anne, was the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the most passionate sex slave.  He stood in the middle of the living room floor while they undressed him.  His cock was rigid.  Jill grasped his cock as she hugged and kissed him.  As he kissed Jill, he could feel Anne’s mouth on the head of his cock, with her hands fondling his balls.

       Jon broke the passionate kiss with Jill and said, “Damn, Girls, I wish you were glad to see me.”

       Anne giggled as she continued to suck his cock while Jill laughed, “Jon...Sir, we missed you.  Why don’t you sit down so we can show you how much.”

       “No, not right now.  I have not had lunch, or for that matter, no breakfast, and I am starving.  Let’s have dinner.  After that, I promise you something special.”

       Ann and Jill were excited about this “something special”.  Jon refused to talk about it as he escorted his two slaves to the dining room.  Dinner was light, just enough to stave of “starvation”.  After dinner, Jon made a couple phone alls while Jill and Anne cleaned away the dinner dishes.  He was still on the phone she they walked into where he was still talking to a client.  As he talked, Jill kneeled down in front of him and started to suck her Master’s cock.  Her mother cupped his balls while her other hand stroked the cock her daughter was sucking.  Jon completed his phone call, trying to not let this attention to his cock distract him.  He suddenly reached out and grabbed both women around their waist, pulling them to him, to his body.  They were surprised and gasped and squealed softly as he jerked them to him.  He kissed the both of them, hugging them tight.  They responded by hugging him and returning his kisses.  Next, was not really a surprise to them.

       Jon had them bring him some strands of rope.  He locked their wrists behind their backs with their leather cuffs.  Using the ropes, he bound their elbows tightly, making them touch behind their backs.  The strained shoulders pushed beautiful breasts out from their bodies and made them more available, and vulnerable.  Then he gave Jill and Anne a slap on their asses, telling them to get to the game room.  He watched these two beauties as they headed down to the game room.  Of, course, they were naked with high heels, and with wrists and elbows bound behind their backs.  He could clearly see the backs of their incredible legs, their slightly jiggling asses, their bound arms and wrists as they walked away from him.  His cock ached as he stroked it while watching his sex slaves leave the room.  He got up and followed them to the game/orgy room.

       It appears that Jon Folkkes had confused his precious slaves.  First, he had Jill kneel in front of the couch.  He bound her ankles tightly together, then did the same with her thighs.  The rope was cutting into her luscious thighs.  He is sat down in front of Jill,  looking down at her proffered breasts and ordered her to suck his cock.  To Jill’s surprise, he made her mother, Anne, sit next to him.  Both were watching as she sucked his cock.  After a short time, Jon and Anne started to “make out”.  They were kissing, hugging, and Jon was playing with Anne’s breasts and pussy.  Since Anne was bound, it was Jill’s job to entertain his cock.  Finally, Jon made Jill stop her sucking.  Picking up a penis gag from the end table next to the couch, he gagged Jill, pushing the gag, tightly, deep into her pretty mouth, filling it with the gag. 

       Jon stood and told Anne to go to the bed.  Anne climbed onto the bed, laying on her back with her legs spread as Jon ordered.  Her bound arms were trapped under he body.  Poor Jill was still kneeling on the floor, bound and gagged.  With heat in her cunt, and an ache in her heart, she watched as Jon fucked her mother, causing Anne to have a wonderful climax.  Afterwards, Jon had Anne suck his cock clean.  Jill noticed, that even though Anne had a magnificent cum, Jon had held off on his climax.  Perhaps he was going to fuck her..  Anne merely sucked his cock clean of her own juices.

       Jon stretched, and left the bed, telling Anne to come sit on the couch next to him.  He untied Jill’s ankles and thighs, leaving her wrists and elbows bound behind her.  As he sat there, his cock fully hard and aching for a cum, he had Jill stay on her knees and come to him, kneeling between his thighs.  Jon hugged her body to his causing his cock to press hard against her belly..  Jill closed her eyes as she was rubbing her venus mons and stomach against his throbbing cock and balls.  Jon removed the gag from Jill’s mouth, and allowed her to work her mouth after being gagged.  Jon leaned forward and kissed Jill.  She wanted Jon’s kiss.  Her return kiss was filled with passion, and love.  He pulled her to his body.  Jill still kneeling, and Jon sitting on the edge of the couch.  He managed to move his cock between her legs.  It was now touching and rubbing her pussy lips.  She could feel it.  It felt wonderfully hot.  She wanted it inside her pussy, but for the time being it was hot to just rub her cunt against the length of his cock. Jon moved his hand down har back to her velvet ass.  He slapped and kneaded her magnificent ass cheeks. Jill and Jon continued passionately kissing each other.  Anne was watching the heated exchange.  Her own pussy was beginning to ache again, even though Jon had just fucked her to a glorious climax.

       Jon continued to hug Jill with his left hand and arm, pulling her belly tight to his.  His right hand was still sliding over the silky skin of her ass.  Finally, while in the throes of a very passionate kiss, Jon raised his had and began to spank Jill’s beautiful ass.  It was fairly light at first, but the spanks, or swats became more serious and harder.  Jill kept kissing him, but she was beginning to moan from the pain her ass was experiencing.  In another moment, she was beginning to cry.  She stopped kissing Jon and turned her head away from his face, laying her head on his shoulder, sobbing as he continued to spank her.  Jon stopped momentarily.

       “Jill, slave, turn your face to me.”

       Jill did as she was told.  Jon could see the tears running down her pretty cheeks and splashing on her breasts.  Jon liked what he saw.

       “Slave, I am going to continue to spank you.  I know you are going to cry a bit, so put your mouth, open, to mine.  I want to catch your cries in my mouth.  Do it, or the spanking will be much harder.”

       Jill put her tear moistened mouth against Jon’s as he continued to spank her.  She did cry, and Jon did catch her cries in his mouth.  Her tears moistened his face.  To Anne, this was one of the hottest scenes she had seen in some time.  Jon’s cock was now painfully erect after “catching” Jill’s cries.  Jon stopped the spanking.  Jill continued to sob.  Also, she was still rubbing her pussy against his rigid cock.  Jon continued to catch her cries until she stopped.  Jon kissed her cheeks, kissing away her tears.  Jill was becoming more aroused as she felt his cock rubbing against her over heated pussy and the heat from her spanking being transmitted to her pussy.  Jon swatted her ass again to get her attention..

       “Slave, stop rubbing my cock, and listen to me!”

       Jon swatted Jill’s ass one again.  Anne was watching wondering what Jon wanted of her daughter.  Anne was also very aroused watching this event unfold.

       Jill, still sniffling, opened her eyes and looked at Jon’s face.  She stopped moving her cunt against his cock, even though there was a tremendous ache in her pussy for his cock.

       “Yes Sir”, replied an aroused and rather confused Jill.

       “Listen to me, Jill.  Are you happy being my sex slave?”

       “Oh, yes Sir.  Jon, I love you and I love being your sex slave.”

       Sooo…, no matter what I do to you or what I make you do, you still want to be my slave.”

       Her ass was still burning as she kissed Jon, “Yes, Sir, I want to be with you and be your sex slave.”

       Jon pulled her tighter to him, and kissed her, then spanked her ass again, one swat on each ass cheek.  Jill bit her lip, then kissed Jon again.

       “If I told you that your life would not change, ever, as long as you are with me, would you still want to be my sex slave?  In fact, I would probably make you more of a sex slave than you are now.  I will let others have you, to torture you, to make you have sex with them.”

       Jill nodded her head as she nearly whispered, “Yessir, yesser.” 

       Jon kissed her again, then said, “Jill Combs, I want to be my sex slave, and my wife.  Will you marry me?”

       Still in an erotic haze, Jill asked, “Uh, what…what did you say?

       Jon slapped her ass again, and asked, “Will you be my sex slave, and my wife?”

       His words got through the arousal and Jill realized what he was asking.  She started to cry again as she kissed him again and again.  Jon swatted her ass again.

       “Slave, stop trying to seduce me, and answer my question.  Will you be my sex slave and wife?”

       Jill, with trembling voice and tears of joy moistening her cheeks and her breasts, answered, “Oh, Jon, I love you so much.  Yes, please make me your wife, and keep me as your sex slave.  Keep me as your prisoner.  Oh, yes, yes, I love you, Jon.”

       Jon smiled, and kissed her again, “And I love you too little slave.”

       Anne was beside herself.  Even though her wrists were still bound behind her back she was kissing Jon and Jill.  She was so happy for Jill, and Jon.  This was a wonderful surprise from Jon.

       Jon turned to Anne, and kissed her.  With a tearful Jill watching, Jon asked, “Mrs. Combs, I want to marry your daughter.  I am asking you to give us your permission.”

       Now, Anne was crying with happiness.  “Of course, Mr. Folkkes, I am happy for the both of you, and you have my blessings.”

       Jill moved down Jon’s body until she reached his cock.  She bathed the head of his cock with kisses, then slipped her mouth over the throbbing head.  A smiling Anne looked up at Jon, who motioned for her to sit next to him.  Anne sat very close as she watched her daughter suck her future husbands cock.  Jon kissed Anne, several times as he played with her breasts.  Very soon, however, a climax was building in his cock and balls.  Before he knew it, his cock erupted in a glorious climax, filling Jill’s mouth with his cum.

       Jon relaxed and let Jill clean his cock while Anne was kissing him and her daughter.  When his cock was clean, Jill looked up at Jon and asked, “Jon, Sir, what will happen to my mother?”

       It was obvious Anne had not considered this.  A look of question and mild despair moved across her face.  She too looked at Jon for an answer.

       A smiling Jon Folkkes looked down at Jill as he hugged Anne.  “Nothing changes sweet slave.  You will be my wife and sex slave.  Anne remains as my sex slave, and the hotes mother-in-law I have ever known.  I wouldn’t dream of changing things.”

       A happy Jill leaned over to kiss a happy Anne.  It seems the future looks bright for the inhabitants of the Folkkes house.  Jon leaned down and kissed Jill, saying “I love you little slave.”

       Jon kissed Anne again, and squeezed her naked breast as he did so.  “You know, you are going to be the prettiest and sexiest mother in law I know of.  I want you here as my sex slave, just like it is.”

       Jon turned back to Jill who was still on her knees, but was kissing his face and neck.  “Sweet Jill, you must understand things don’t change.  You will be my wife, but you will still be my sex slave like you have been.  Even though you are my wife, I will still treat you badly at times, and I will still give you to others, and they will treat you badly.  I want to make that clear so you know what you are getting into.”

       Jill kissed him, passionately, then replied, “I knew what I was getting into when I started to date, and live with you.  I don’t want things to change.  Please, keep me as your sex slave, even your prisoner.”

       Jon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again.  He reached over and put his arm around Anne, pulling her to his body.  When the kiss with Jill finished, he kissed Anne.  The kiss was passionate, while Jill leaned and was kissing and sucking on Anne’s breasts.  All was well in the Folkkes home.

       It was somewhat of a struggle, but he was successful in making Jill and Anne pay attention to what he was about to do.  From under the couch, he pulled two back rather flat expensive looking boxes.  He kissed Jill, then from one of the boxes Jon retrieved a circle metal.  It appeared to burnished silver, but in fact was stainless steel.  A collar of stainless steel.  Jill recognized the item.  Subdued, yet excited, as she held her emotions in check.

       Jon held the steel collar up for her to see and inspect.  “Jill, you asked about what I am showing you.  I told you to beware of what wish for.  I have in my hand a slave collar.  It is special in that once it is installed around the neck of a slave, it cannot be removed.  I am asking you to wear my collar, letting the world know you are my sex slave.  On the front of the collar, in small letters are the words, “Jill, slave-property of Jon Follkes”.  I am asking you to wear my slave collar.”

       Jill was breathless.  She did not know what to say.  She was overjoyed.  She collected her thoughts, and replied.  “Jon, I want your collar, and I don’t want it to ever be taken off my neck.”

       Anne knelt up so she could see this collar.  It was a beautiful piece of art, and slave accessory.  She was in envy of her daughter.  Down deep inside, she wished she could wear the collar of a master, especially a master you loved, and who loved you.

       Jon opened the collar.  Midway was a hinge that was hidden when the collar was closed.  Both he and Jill could see the locking mechanism.  Once it was installed on her pretty neck, it would not come off.

       Jon kissed Jill, and asked the question, again.  “Do you want to wear my collar.”

       Jill became very sober and reverent as she answered, “Yes, Jon, I really do want to wear you collar, and I don’t want it to ever come off.”

       Jon slipped the collar around a kneeling Jill’s neck.  Jon’s cock was rising to the occasion.  After slipping the collar on her neck, he moved the opening together.  He noticed the collar, while not chocking Jill, would be comfortably snug.  Jill’s eyes were closed as her breathing rate increase with excitement.  Jon pushed the opening together and as he did so, he heard the locking mechanism lock.  There it was.  It was done.  Now Jill wore a permanent reminder that she was a sex slave to him. 

       Jill opened her eyes, and with a big lust laden smile on her face, she said, “Thank you, Jon.  Thank you very much, Sir.”

       Jon reached behind Jill and removed the bindings on her wrists, allowing her to touch her collar,  She ran her fingers over the collar lightly, feeling the metal.  She closed her eyes as she did so.  Then she opened her eyes and put her arms around Jon Folkkes, hugging him and kissing him.

       Jon had one more surprise.  From the other black box, he pulled out another collar which looked very much like Jill’s collar.  He turned to Anne, kissing her and hugging her close to him and Jill.

       “Anne, I have a second collar.  It is different than Jill’s, in that it has a lock that allows the collar to be removed.  It takes a very special key.  I have the only two keys that will open the collar, and they are locked in my office safe.  I am asking if you want to wear my collar.  Since we are not married, I would not ask you to wear a permanent collar.  If you wear it, however, I would not be prone to removing it.  What say you, Sweet Slave.”

       Tears were welling up in Anne‘s eyes.  “Oh, Jon…Sir, this is so much more than I could ever expect.  It is such a beautiful surprise.  As I saw you put Jill‘s collar on her, I wished that I could wear one, too.  Yes, if you want to put your slave collar on me, I will submit.  I will be your collared sex slave.”

       Jon kissed Anne, after which,  Jill kissed her.  The both watched as Jon put this collar on Anne.  Before installing it, he showed them the engraving on it.  Like Jill’s, it said, “Anne, slave-property of Jon Folkkes”.  Jon released Anne’s wrists so she could touch and feel her collar after he locked it on her pretty neck.  Anne seemed to be equally enthralled as Jill.  Shortly after, they adjourned to the master bedroom.

       The wedding was set.

       Steven’s “barn’ was magnificent.  In an area away from the orgy and torture area, seats were arranged, and the area was decorated with flowers.  Guests were in their seats.  Masters dressed as they wished, but slaves, wives and girl friends, were naked, and bound.  Superior Court Judge Weldon Conrad, himself a “slave owner” stood at the front of the room, ready to officiate the wedding of Jon Folkkes and Jill Combs.  He was wearing his judicial robe, but appeared to have no trousers on.  His feet were shod in sandals.  Music was playing as Jon Follkes and Sir Steven stood next to the Judge.  Steven was the Best Man at this wedding and was wearing black slacks and white dress shirt.  Jon looked handsome in his white western cut dress shirt and faded blue Wrangler jeans, festooned with a black leather belt and a Navajo silver and turquoise belt buckle,  along with a pair of black calf skin Nocona western boots.

       The music changed to the “Wedding March” (traditional).  The crowd turned to look down the isle to see Anne, the Matron of Honor coming down the while silken runway.  She was magnificent.  Her hair was style to perfection and make up was on point.  She wore a beige garter belt and nude collared nylon hose with matching beige high heel shoes.  Other than these adornments, she was naked, slave naked, as her wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind her back.  Around her neck she wore the collar Jon had placed there.  It seemed a fitting accent to her ensemble.  She was taking short minced steps, making her magnificent naked breasts jiggle and sway as she walked down the isle.  All eyes were on Anne, and many cock were hard, including Sir Steven, Jon Folkkes, and Judge Conrad.  When she reach the end of the isle, she took her place on the right of the Judge.

       Next came Jill.  Naked, beautifully naked, wearing a white garter belt, white nylon hose and white high heel pumps.  On her nipples were small white ribbons, held with nipple clamps  Her hair was decorated with small white flowers and a white veil hung down her back, nearly covering her bound arms and hands.  A smaller veil hung over her face.  Her wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind her back with white ropes.  She was a beautiful edition of her mother.  The cocks in the room seemed to get a little harder.  Like her mother, she walked in short minced steps, not unlike a stripper on stage.  Like Anne, Jill’s breasts jiggled and swayed delightfully as she moved down the isle.  On her arrival, she too moved to the right of the Judge, turning to face Jon.  The Judge motioned for Jon and Jill to move towards each other, facing each other, about two feet apart.  From the bulge in Jon’s trousers, it is obvious that he liked what he saw.

       The Judge started by saying, “Masters and slaves, we are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Master Jon Folkkes and slave Jill.  Is there anyone who objects to the joining of souls in matrimony?’

       From the back of the room, and unidentified male voice said, “I wanted to fuck her before they married.”

       The crowd laughed, as did Jon and Jill.  The judge continued, “Jon, do you take Jill combs to be your wife, to have an to hold?  Do you also take Slave Jill to be your completely abject naked and bond sex slave, never to free her from her bonds?”

       Jon smiled and replied, “Yes, I do.”

       “Jon, do you promise to care for your slave, and to teach her to be more of a slave, and sex slave than she is today?”

       “Yes, I do.”

       “Jill Combs, do you take this man to the your lawfully wedded husband, further, Slave Jill, do you surrender to Jon Folkkes to be his completely abject naked bound sex slave? To yield to his demands as your Slave Master, to accept his teachings, his torments and torture, and those of others he may give you to.  To accept and perform any sexual act desired by him, and others he may give you to?

       Jill barely whispered, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Will you follow the lead of your Master Jon and become more f a sex slave than you are today?

       Jill smiled, “Oh, Yes Sir, I will.”

       The judge turned to Sir Steven, and ordered, “Sir Steven, if you will, there is a rope hanging down from the ceiling.  Pull the rope down and bind it around Slave Jill’s wrists.  Then, pull the rope up until her wrists are pulled his above her, forcing her to bend over, then tie the rope secure, holding her there.”

       Steven did as the judge said.  Very soon, Jill was bound bent over, causing her full breasts to dangle and exposing her sweet ass.  The Judge then handed Jon a multi thongs flogger.

       “Jon and Slave Jill, I pronounce you Master and slave.  You are free to whip her ass any number of strokes you choose, then let the whip address her hanging breasts to show that you are her master, and she is your sex slave.”

       Jon reached out and took the whip while his left hand was stroking Jill’s silky ass.  Sharply, the whip was brought down across her ass.  Jill flinched and continued to absorb the next twenty blows.  Before she could gather her thoughts, her breasts were being whipped.  Very shortly she was sobbing, but contained her moans.  Jon finished whipping her and released the ceiling rope from her bound wrists.

       “Now, Jon and Jill, I pronounce you man and wife.  Jon, you may kiss your bride.”

       Wrapping his arms around Jill, he pulled her naked body to his, kissing her long and passionately.  The crowd applauded.  The judge spoke next.

       “Slave Jill, to show that you are surrendering to Jon to be his wife, and more importantly, his sex slave, I ask you to kneel before him and suck his cock, sucking it to a climax.”

       Jill knelt before Jon Folkkes as he unzipped his wrangler jeans and pulled his hard aching cock out of its hiding place.  Jill smiled and kissed his throbbing cock head.  She licked it, running her sweet tongue around the head, then she put her mouth over the head of his cock and pulled it inot her mouth.  Jon moaned softly  upon feeling her mouth on him.  Even with her arms and hands bond behind her back, Jill was ardent about sucking Jon’s cock.

       Meanwhile, Sir Steven moved over to Anne, untying her arms and wrists.  He whispered to her, “Slave Mother, go to your daughter and stroke your masters cock to help bring his off.”

       Anne, smiled and kissed Steven.  Turning away from Steven she walked to here Jill ws kneeling.  She too, knelt before Jon, her right hind grasping the shaft of his cock.  She began stroking his cock to the cadence set by Jill.  Jill opened her eyes to see Anne working on Jon’s cock with her.

       Anne leaned to Jill, kissed her on her cheek, and said, “Keep sucking my sweet.  I am here to help you bring Jon off.  I love you.”

       Jill kept sucking, in an a matter of a couple of minutes, the pressure on Jon became too great, and his cock erupted in Jill’s mouth, spewing hot molten lava past her pretty lips.  She kept sucking until his issue stopped.  Then, Anne pulled Jon’s cock from her daughter’s mouth and put her mouth on the still throbbing head.  She sucked, and ultimately cleaned Jon’s cock while Jill kissed her cheek.

       It was a beautiful sight,  The gathered well wishers applauded the performance as Jon helped Jill and Anne to their feet.  With his arms around both of them, and his cock still semi-hard, Jon turned to the crowd and made an announcement.

       “Friends, I want to introduce you to my wife  and slave, Jill, and my slave Anne.  Today I am a very happy man.  I want to thank you for sharing this occasion with us.  I want you to come and welcome my new family, and eat and drink.  Enjoy yourselves, and when you have a chance, you are more than welcome in our home.”

       About that time the music started.  It was a slow sensual type of music, allowing the dancers to dance a slowly and intimately.  All of the couples waited, waiting for Jon and Jill to have their first dance as a married couple.  Jon looked down at Jill, took her arm and escorted her to the middle of the dance floor.

       Jon bent down and kissed Jill, and said, “Milady, this dance is ours.”

       They started to dance around the floor.  Jon with his right arm around her waist, and his left hand on her right breast.  Jill’s arms and wrists were still bound behind her.  They danced very close, Jill pressing her naked body to Jon’s

       Jon kissed her again, and asked, “Well, Mrs. Folkkes, are you happy being my slave, and wife?”

       Jill kissed him, replying, “Yes…,yes Sir, I am the happiest girl in the world, or should I say, the happiest slave girl in the world.”

       They kissed again, Jon saying, “I am glad.  I love you, but most of all, you are my slave, a wonderful sex slave.”

       They danced for another minute when Jon said, “Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, Mistress Joanne was scheduled to come to our wedding, but was called out of town.  She really liks you.  Also, she wants you to come to her studio next week, after we come back from our honeymoon.”

       Jill, a little surprised answered, “Am I being fitted for more slave clothing?”

       “Well, not exactly.  She wants to use you for another demonstration before her audience.  She would like to have your mother there, too.  She thinks the both of you would add a lot to her presentation.”

       Jill hesitated, then kissed Jon, “Yessir, what ever you want.  Will I be auctioned off?”

       Jon replied, “I haven’t made up my mind yet.” 

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FIN

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