And that was the end of that conversation.I spent the afternoon in Dan’s room working through the homework assignments that Tracey brought over for ...e while Dan worked on catching up on the work he missed last week.I went with Nana to get my shower this evening. We didn’t shower together, we took turns. But we were in the bathroom together. Seeing Nana in the shower meant I got to see her scars from her double mastectomy. Nana’s as tough as nails. She survived breast cancer and so much else. I. Of course I don’t make any money at this. Mistress Angela has an arrangement with Frank for a percentage of what I bring in. He charges men $25 to use me, and I often service 10-15 men an hour. I’m told to undress, down to my bra and garter belt and stockings. Frank hands my clothes to Mistress Angela and then bends me over facing the hole on the left hand wall of the room and clips a chain from the corner to my collar. A second chain from next to the door is also attached keeping me from. It started as usual, but after a little while at The Fortune Of War Fiona soon let me know that she was feeling particularly horny. We decided to go back to her flat so we walked to Circular Quay and hopped on a 273 bus to Coogee. As it was summer Fiona was wearing a little denim skirt and a short-sleeve top because of how warm it was. Now Fiona was carrying a few extra kilos and as a result she had rather big tits and fairly large thighs, and she was pressing and straining on her clothes in. . and Sonia...As a result of the above activity I was alone in the house when the door-bell rang. On the door-step, a slim, tanned woman with what I'd call a 'lived-in face'. The give-away was that she was the image of her daughter plus about twenty years. I was a lucky chap..."Won't you come in, Mrs. Burnham?" I spoke before she did; her mouth opened ... and stayed open without uttering a sound.After perhaps a minute, her mouth shut and then she said, "Do you not mind?" I'm reserving.