She looked sad and worried and beautiful and totally sexy. I realised that coming down hard on Emma would only hurt Mum by proxy. ‘OK,’ I said cal...ly, ‘but, only on the condition that you let me pay the telephone bill and then it will be me she owes the money to……I love you dearly Mum, but I don’t trust you not let her off after a couple of weeks.’ Suddenly, I was acting like the parent, not the son but since Dad left Mum and I had gradually slipped into a changed relationship, we were no. I tried reading, I tried watching TV, I even tried walking around the trailer park. None of it was to any avail.In my minds eye I kept running down the same events over and over of the previous night and wondering if Momma was going to do it again tonight. I didnt know what I would do if she did, and I didnt know what to do if she didn't.I tried going back home and to bed, but that didnt work either. The hours dragged themselves slowly byand I could do was stare at the ceiling and sweat in. “See what I mean?” he said with undeniable pride in his voice. “You’re perfect, my dear.”She smiled. He made her feel perfect. She wondered if whomever he chose for her new master would make her feel the same way. She decided to put thoughts of that out of her head for now.Devon motioned for her to sit on the bed and sat next to her. “It was always my plan to use you tonight. But as your reward, you may speak freely tonight; no need to ask for permission. You may also make eye contact without. But she had special affection for me. Within the first month I knew that her affection is not just for a friendly figure but she was ready to be bedded. Women who want to jump in your lap have a special way of laughing and talking. She was showing all signs of that. I was not going to miss the opportunity. Let me tell you about myself. I am 50 years old. Work in an office. Am happily married. Have two post teenage daughters. When Mandira showed the signs I waited for a few days. Then one day.