What is it that I have to do exactly?" With a grin on my face, I said, "For the Next few months you are going to be my Bitch and do whatever it is I a...k of you. Starting with tonight, right here in the cash room." "We can't do it in here, there are cameras in here," she said. "There just dummy cameras," I said. "Now take off your clothes and then come take my pants off." She took her pants, then her shirt and then her bra and finally her panties. She didn't look nervous at all. She looked like. Very pussy was already tingling when he started to strap her in and strip her down. Now she was completely nude, vulnerable, and completely at his disposal totally helpless. She was so excited now that she was actively dripping onto the floor, when Mathew picked up her phone she heard it go through its ring tone and then she heard her spouse Ian answer she almost had an orgasm right there spamming trying to stop herself from erupting in excitement. “Ian Mathew says room 12 at the Hilton you can. You?ll never get another GR certificate, after all!??Very true!? I reply, chuckling to myself as it dawns on me that Stuartis right- as far as the law is concerned, I am as male as anybody elseout there walking around with either a penis or a Y chromosome. It is nowa legal, indisputable fact that my name IS Ian, and I AM a boy. Orrather, a man. I should want to celebrate this and scream it from therooftops, but the thought of actually doing so is making me squirm.?Still though, I?d rather just. This was just like it was in one of the stories from literotica. My heart was aquiver. I was finally able to move as I slipped my arm under his neck and cradled him against my aching breast and felt his fingers push into me. "My Sweet Pasha . . ." I whispered, holding him against me. "Mommy . . ." he whispered as I felt his warm breath caress my spit-covered nipple. I didn't care anymore. If he wanted me, I would let him have me. We would just have to learn to live with whatever came of it. I.