Then it happened.On a quiet street, lined with houses in varying states of disrepair, the engine cut out completely and would not restart!She released...the bonnet catch, got out of the car, opened the bonnet and stared at the engine. As she did so, she wondered why she bothered; she didn't understand the first thing about internal combustion engines, but it seemed the right thing to do. Just then she became aware of someone else beside her on the pavement."What seems to be the trouble, lady?" a. .enjoy serving others, being subservient to their wishes. It gives me.....great pleasure." "Like a slave?" I blurt out. "No. That is different. I enjoy pleasing people. Doing what they wish, even if it is different from what I wish because....I enjoy their...control of me. A slave has no choice, I choose to be this way." "So you get off on doing what others want?" "Hei. It is...almost intoxicating to me." "So if I told you to open those blinds and let everyone see your boobs, you'd be okay with. She was squirming her body to get closer against me, until her thigh was pressed against my cock. I was stiff as a tree limb, but I didn’t push my cock against her. I let her stay like this as long as she wanted, then she relaxed her arms and looked at me.“Lucien, your kiss made me weak all over. I wanted more, but I was afraid you would think I was just an easy piece.”“I knew better. I would never think that of you. I wanted more too, but for our first kiss, that was just super in my. She'd eventually found the DVDs of her mother and Miss Thompson, watching both of them the whole way through several times. She'd never thought of her mother sexually before but most certainly was now. Tara wondered how she would react when she went back home knowing what she did. Did her father know of his wife's sexual activities? Could she hug her mom again without thinking of those tits, so much like her own, pressing against her?Delores spent several hours the day before she was to return.