As soon as I was at the side door, I looked back at her and saw her walking away playing with the bottom part of her t-shirt.When I got into the livin... room I saw my girls with some of their girl friends going over some college school work of some kind. I was about to pass them and go to the bedroom, when Tammy stopped me and said, "Mom, I heard you outside talking to Ms. Watson and how you put her in her place for belittling you like that. She has been making some unpleasant comments to us for. Best,Monika———I sat in bed clutching the note to my chest. The paper made a wrinkling sound against my lingerie. It occurred to me that this note should probably go in my Hope chest (note to self: buy a Hope chest). As lay my head dreamily back onto the pillow I catch myself with my most biggest smile, and I sighed. I could feel what Gary had done to me last night. There was no mistaking the soreness. I’ve known it before, from my toys, but never like this. This was done to me. Willingly. I had. Could you wrap and tie my cock and balls up, just to remind me of whom I belong to."With that Mistress Bee wound the rope around the base of my ball sack and cock, taking special attention to ensure it was good and tight, swelling and trapping them, and making them protrude from my crutch. Not to stop there she slapped my cock a few times as a reminder, that this puny cock was hers to play with, and smacked it hard one last time, for not begging properly the first time.''Well what do you. I don't know if mom liked John at all or not, till this day she claims she didn't, but she was a perfect slut for him. She dressed, acted, and did anything he wanted. He was fat and ugly, and over 20 years older, and married. He treated her like a slut, fucked her rough, and had no respect for her. Yet, she didn't seem unhappy about it. Maybe she likes it rough like I do, or maybe the money and gifts made it all worth it. In between tips and pay, she was making about 2000 on a bad week. We had.