"Anything else?"Uh. Where was she going with this?"A really rude word beginning with C?"Wow, she really did want to stretch that elastic as far it wou...d go. No way was I saying that word to her face. That word was right at the top of the disgusting scale for disgusting words you never ever say in front of your Mom."C?" You can say it." No I can't, Mom."She sat further forward and looked me straight in the eye."The word is Cunt, dear," she said matter of factly, "At the end of the day, it's. She pushed every button and pushed the envelope and I knew she would push it even further.Another week went by and I finally heard from Mistress Angie. What a relief. I could just not stand not being in her world any longer, and she knew it. The longer she waited the more I wanted her but she knew just how to play my feelings. Any longer and perhaps my desires would have waned. They had not. The IM struck me right in the lust in my heart. I couldn't wait to hear her voice or feel her hands upon. .. AND his teacher!”She sat the dish on the counter. She turned on the faucet and started filling a glass when a wave of heat flared and flowed deep within her. She dropped the glass and it shattered in the sink. Her knees buckled and she had to steady herself against the counter.“No ... no ... how can this be happening!” she gasped.“Mike?” she asked tremulously turning her head to look into adjoining dark living room.The raging fire of passion dissipated and bracing herself on the counter she. "Please call me Drew, only my mother and Tess when she is cross with me, call me Andrew. Stephen returned with four glasses and a bottle of red wine, they weren't asked what they would like."This is my favorite red wine at the moment, it goes very well with lamb. Stephen, could you please get the kitchen to send out the dishes I prepared and arrange for some crockery," Chuck asked the head waiter. "He is a bit up himself but very good at his job," the chef said after Stephen went into the.