I noticed that she was dressed in a sun dress which was quite unusual, she's normally a jeans girl. Her hair was also a little curly, not the straight...I've grown used to, what the hell? She had a strange smirk on her face and asked if I'd throw 20 bales on for her.She usually helped stack so it took a little longer than normal and I worked up quite a sweat and had hay leaves all over me and my clothes. When the last bale hit home, she approached me from the back and rubbed her tits into my back. “I don’t know. I lead you into this position where it got the better of me. I let my desires and impulses take full control of my body and actions… and it just happened. We fucked.” “And if I may ask, what… what were those desires and impulses?” Paul looked at me dead in the face with his eyes watering. “I love you, Laura,” he said. “I’ve loved you for years now, and I just couldn’t stop myself from finally showing it. One thing led to another, and the next thing I know, we’re making love and I. " My mother replied, "well," she continued, " If you help mummy change the bedding on her bed, maybe, you will enjoy a reward.Oh, yes, I will help you mum." "Oh good, She replied, with that my mother rose up from the chair and moved to the dryer, got her bedding out folded it easy to carry and said to me "Come with me to my bedroom and help mummy change her bedding, babe, here carry these up for me."I took hold of the bedding and I followed her, we, mother and son were going upstairs, I was. For the first time in my life I am standing between two perfect 10s, and I am less than zero, a negative number. "What is this, Take a Sissy to Work Day?" the leather mistress asks mine, deviltry dancing in her eyes. "Where are all the real men today?" "Not here," my mistress assures her. "This one you barely touch and he screams like a little bitch. Don't you, girly boy?" She seizes my balls and squeezes. Through the ring gag I emit a squeal that sounds like it's coming from some kind of.