The guy that opened the door was very large, He had on some very revealing leather clothes on, a vest that didn’t cover much of his muscular 6ft fra...e. His leather chaps and black leather pouch which did little to cover his very large bulge.You must be Kathy’s friends, “come on in he said”. We were very excited to be greeted by such a hot leather stud so we stepped in. We heard Kathy’s voice and walked towards the familiar sound. The leather guy followed me “Go on in, and get real comfortable”,. “I was feeling really down. I know I’m a guy, but I couldn’t help it. I had to have a good cry.”“I’ll bet. There’s no shame in that, Son. If anyone mocks you for showing emotions, well, they can go screw themselves!” his mother beamed at him. “With a cactus, preferably.”The last comment made Scott laugh, and he struggled to keep it quiet so as not to wake his father. Still, dating wasn’t looking all that appealing right now. “I think I’m just going to wait a while before I get involved. I bury my face in the pillow and try to drown out the noises of their pleasure. This is the worst punishment I have ever received. I would rather be beaten senseless than have to listen to this.I wake up the next morning, my eyes red and swollen from crying until who knows what time of the morning. Light comes landing on my bed and there's only one way that this is possible. I tilt my head up to see my door wide open and my Master standing there. I fight back more tears at the slight smile on. "Julie nodded. "Rachel gave me a message." Oh?" Tommi stiffened at Rachel's name."She's enrolled you in the postpartum support group. It meets twice aweek starting this evening."Tommi stared at her for a moment, fighting conflicting emotions at the'order' from Rachel. "How long does it last - feeling depressed, Imean?"Julie shrugged. "It varies. My first one was really bad. So bad thatI couldn't wait to do another pregnancy." You're kidding!" Nope."Tommi thought for a moment. "Right.