It was a soft spot in my armor that she loved scratching; loving the advantage my unease gave her.It started innocently enough when she decided to joi... me in my nightly workouts in my basement gym, a one thousand square foot area that housed a sauna, whirlpool, shower and steam room next to a fully functional weight room which was also equipped with a stationary bike and a treadmill. She had explored it when she had first arrived and sometimes used the treadmill and spa, but until mid-October. She took her seat, and, ignoring my obvious act of getting up, pulledher laptop towards her."Where were we?" she asked."Actually, Sarah," I said."Yeah?" she said, a little impatiently."I would like to change now," I said."Into a different dress?" she said."No," I said, awkwardly, "into my own clothes. Wash my face." Absolutely not," she said.I felt my mother's curious, challenging gaze on me."This is how you show your gratitude to your mother, after all thetrouble she went with your makeup?". I don't have a lot of experience at this, you know." Her barbed comment was lost on him as her hand slid over his swollen member. Finally she got the zipper down and then she was able to pull the pants down to his knees. Now for his underwear. She was squatting in front of him, and now the thing that had caused so much trouble was tenting out his underwear. That was easier, since it had an elastic band. She pulled on it and slid it downward.What was revealed to her eyes was really quite. Oh my god, he was going to break up with her! This morning hadn’t been tender love making, it had been a pity fuck!She just wasn’t kinky enough for him, she thought. She had somehow disappointed him in the dungeon. Although, with everything they did in there, she wondered how that was possible. But maybe she was supposed to beg for more pain; or maybe she was supposed to offer to entertain his friends, like Clarence. It all made her head spin and her heart hurt. Last week was still hovering in.