Oh god, he wants me naked... he wants me completely naked. My pussy juices were flowing, I could tell, I could smell myself. I smiled slightly and str...ightened out, my heart beating hundred miles an hour."Tommy, promise me you will never show these pictures to anyone."He didn't answer, he was just looking at me, at my body. Facing the fireplace with my ass to my son, I reached back and undid the snap that held my bra together. I didn't wait for his answer... did it matter? What if he did show. Not soon enough, I had her proceed to the basement, taking an ice bucket and my leather acquisitions with her. I followed her soon after, with a bottle of Glenlivet, and an Arturo Fuentes Canones.When I arrived at the family room, she, bless her heart (or her pussy) had laid out the whip, crop and strap on the side table, besides the leather thongs. She was kneeling, head bowed and eyes downcast beside the coffee table. Her thighs were open, and her hands, palms upwards rested on her knees. She. I pushed the door wideand then began to cross the floor, hoping that I would make it beforebeing plunged into darkness. I did, comfortably. Unfortunately for methere was no light in the changing rooms either. I fumbled about on thewall trying to locate the switch, but when I did nothing happened. Ofcourse, by now the outer door had closed and the whole place was inpitched darkness. I wasn't scared, I'd used these changing rooms everyweek of the football season for the last six years so I knew. One positive result from my flying classes was that I seemed to become a much better driver in the car, when June would allow me behind the wheel. I found that my senses had been sharpened, and I was slowly learning to pay more attention to things that might go wrong, even in such a (relatively) mundane environment as the roads of Maui.Meanwhile, back in Makena, life had slipped back into its familiar patterns, making changes for slightly different circumstances.Dawn was growing up, and was.