The way she was looking at me was pure desire. I hadn’t yet had a kurta (traditional wear) and she told me to follow her to one of her elder k**s’...bedrooms. I did, leaving my friend with her husband and mother. She shut the door and found a kurta fite for me in n one of her k**s’ closets. She brought it over to me as I sat on her k**’s bed. She then kissed me passionately and I felt electricity course through my veins. Her hand then rubbed my hard D*** through my jeans. We continued this for a. " Yes I have, with other clients. If I may be both candid and blunt,Miss Parker, your situation, while not an everyday occurrence, is notas uncommon as you might think. I fully understand that your submissivetendencies compel you. You very strongly desire to lock yourself into aterm of service, via a legally binding contract, which instantly turnsthat fantasy into reality. It creates a rush of excitement that's veryappealing to a lifestyle submissive. I get that. However, somefantasies are. “Your hair is coming in nicely, Honey. I can’t see your scars anymore. You are such a handsome boy, you know,” Mom said, giving me a motherly smile. “Oh, and before I forget, your father and I both have Sunday off, so we were thinking about making it a family day and going down to the beach. What do you think about that?”“I think that sounds like a great idea!” I replied enthusiastically. “We haven’t hit the beach in ages! Which one? I hope Willard, it’s much better than the one in East End.. She was dressed modestly, shorts and a blouse, but my “x-ray vision” could see right through her outfit. She must have had some of the same thoughts as we held hands, cuddled closed and managed to sneak in a kiss here and there. We were totally distracted now and totally lost interest in the festival activities. I whispered in her ear, making a few suggestions of things we might do if we left, and she was ready to go. It was late enough to be dark, but early enough that our kids would still be.