She was wearing khaki; a crumpled shirt was tied off beneath her improbably pneumatic breasts, leaving her midriff bare; a pair of shorts cut tight to...her comfortably upholstered backside traced the lines of her crotch clearly; her calf length desert boots with enough of a platform sole to elevate her height to that of the Commissioner and Indiana Jones style hat was perched on the back of her head leaving the Chief with a view of a healthy, weather beaten, face half hidden by the girl's eye. I had considered it a small compromise - that there was really only a single topic that I could not broach with mother. Had that been another sign?I looked at mother standing within an arms length of me - looking at her as a man does a woman. She was short and curvy - comfortably built, with the shape of a Renaissance woman. Mother was well endowed in the breast and ass department - her waist small enough to cause a voluptuous hourglass effect which she usually dressed to full effect. Today was. “No, Mistress, You don’t have to call anyone else. I will do my best to please You.”She was thinking ten steps ahead of Her slave and her mind was already filled with the sordid details of how this would unfold. The bar was set so high for david there was no way that he could be anything but a failure which was exactly what She wanted. Whatever male ego he had left She was about to crush in spectacular fashion. When She would be done with him, he would have feelings of inadequacy that years. Slowly, he processed the compromise between climbing over those two alcohol corpses that lay in the hallway in strategically bad positions and the alternative consisting of stumbling around them without the support of a proper wall. This process cost him more time than he realized, bringing him close to erupting before even being able to reach the first pot. He reminded himself never to host a party at his place again—a resolution that had so far never been kept.With a new surge of nausea, he.