."What's wrong with me? I know I'm a whore, I seem to have proven that time and again, but WHY am I so depraved? I had a happy childhood. I wasn't abu...ed or mistreated. I know of no psychological traumas..." Maybe you look too hard," observed the mistress. "You look for the obscure when the obvious is right in front of you." I don't understand." The whys are unimportant. You want to be dominated, abused, humiliated and your carnal needs are quite strong so when Rhonda provided the opportunity. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had tried to rob a liquor store back then.”“That caught me by surprise,” Rick agreed. “The rumors were there but...”“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” I finished.“Yeah,” my friend said after exhaling noisily. “And if any pictures exist, they would have come up by now!”“Unless RFN has them,” I said.“Fuck,” Rick said. “You need to find out what happened and quick.”“I’m walking a pretty fine line here,” I said. “I’m trying to hide in plain sight from her label.. She agreed after a couple of days.After this, we used to roam around the city in my car, going to places for sight seeing and to spend time with each other. Once we were on the way to a falls. On the way, we found a secluded place and stopped my car on the side. We sat on the back seat of the car and started our romance. We were so heated up that I even slept on top of her and brushed my penis on her crotch over her dress. Though we didnt get nude, we did all the rubbing, massaging, sucking. Her brown hair was brushed back and her blue eyes were bright. I'd gotten mine from her, and she was just motherly to me, but I could see how a man would be attracted to her.Mark liked her a lot; I knew that, and not just her cooking. They were being good this morning, but he teased me about it sometimes. Like if my mom was younger, you know ... And my mom was just as bad. Telling me how lucky I was to have a boyfriend like Mark. I really did feel a bit jealous, or afraid maybe, like she was my.