<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home - Master suite<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited and a bit frustrated herself<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Don't dawdle, pumpkin."  Mar left her daughter's room, casting a smoldering look toward Erin: narrowed eyes and a tilt of the head, a predatory promise that the evening wasn't over yet, that her own lusts would need to be sated.  Turning to the master suite, she closed her eyes a moment as she walked, tasting her own fingertip with the point of her tongue, rolling the flavors in her mouth and trying to separate out Celeste's flavor.  Mar wanted more, but didn't let the frustration of self denial touch her face.  Soon, and she'd feast on her wife in the meanwhile.<br/><br/>She kicked her shoes into a corner, paused and didn't quite glance toward Erin; then picked the footwear up and walked them to the closet.  They were deposited with a half dozen other pairs on a rack meant for three times as many.  Shirt, pants and socks into the hamper.  She was left in a lavender bra and panty set, comfortable but pretty, left on for Erin to remove later.  Pulled open a drawer and rifled through the shirts dumped in haphazardly to pluck out the long black Cruxshadows tee.  It was narrow enough to show a bit of her figure but hung nearly to her knees; an appropriate parental pajama that would leave easy enough access when it was needed.<br/><br/>A glance at her watch as she brushed her teeth, five minutes left and she was nearly done.  Plenty of time for their daughter to complete her chores in time, even if it was a new and unfamiliar bathroom.  That would earn her a bit of leeway, Mar supposed, if it came down to it.  A stern rebuke would suffice for a minute or two late.  She pulled open the lowest drawer on her nightstand, picking through the carefully stowed restraints within.  "Still," she'd told her daughter.  she found a few items and set them on the bed with a soft sound of metal, leather and cloth.  "And quiet."  More than two minutes late would mean a spanking first; a leather belt lay in the top drawer for that.  Mar was feeling indulgent, though, and looked forward to wickedly teasing their little girl; unless the she was very naughty, she'd be allowed to stay in their bed.<br/><br/>10:08....