It was at that point I began to feel myself going weak and struggled to stay on my feet and then I was out.I felt something cold on my chest and was s...ot back to reality. “Look who decided to join us,” said a woman in scrubs looking at me.I almost let out a scream, and then I heard the voice of my mistress. “Relax pet, you’re in good hands.”I looked at the woman with a shot of paralyzing fear and my mistress placed her hand in mine and met my gaze. I was breathing heavily on the verge of a. You even erased it—cleverer still. But it was too late, my little toy...”Toy. Toy. She was a toy. Nothing but a plaything. She wasn’t even human any more. She wasn’t even a person ... she was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She was a toy, but he still wasn’t playing with her. Why wasn’t he playing with his toy?The thought was immediately slapped down by a bigger, stronger thought: It is not your place to question your master.The new thought was right. She wasn’t. I will tell you. I have an idea,” Arun replied. He had seen his mother with other men, throughout the day. He was okay with it, too. But, it was only now he thought about how much his mother would have actually enjoyed it.He was seriously wondering if her humiliation had brought out the slutty tease hiding inside her. Or was this was just the beginning of greater sensual things to come. Whatever the answer was, Arun had started to wish he could see more men crave for his hot mother.“Give it to. She affects a sashaying walk, her round bottom swaying and occasionally peeking out. Making a dinner of steak and potatoes, she sets the plate in front of the chair he’s in. Sitting on his lap, she cuts up the potato and meat, and proceeds to feed him. He almost immediately gets another hard on when she sits down, and since his hands are idle they occupy themselves with stroking her back. When done with the dinner, she sets the fork down and licks off some steak sauce from the corner of his.