"I know you love to taste me," she said, whispering it directly into my ear -- directly into my soul. "So, don't you want me to be as horny as possibl...? Don't you want to wear your 'secretary uniform' for me?" I don't know..." Here ... let me give you a taste to spur your memory..." Janice reached beneath her skirt and into her panties, ran a finger between her pussy lips, and then brought it back out again. It was wet and glistening.I looked at the finger, desperately wanting a taste. I licked. I said that I needed to take a shower and just went over to the shower and joined him. I didn't think much of it at the time. He had been nice to me and I wasn't scared of him or anything. I said "I just have to get all wet so mommy think's I got clean." He was saying something about not being right but I was looking right at his penis which fascinated me. I had seen my brother's before but Carl's was much larger and I thought it was really cute, kinda like a puppy. Now I was getting wet. ." Mom began to protest."You'll do as I say, Slave-Mommy," I said simply.There was no reason to threaten her, no coercion or blackmail was required. There was only the surety in my voice, a sound, an inflection of dominance my mother had been longing to hear since I was barely out of childhood."Thank you," I smiled at the young man, who was my own age or a few years younger perhaps. All of 22 and handsome, very clean and polite and attractive in that way."Excuse me ... Sir?" Mom cleared her. "Don't be shy Diana," he smiled as he put his arm around my shoulders."Or you one of those girls that needs to be loosened up?"With that he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He pulled away for asecond before he came back at me, this time I could see his tonguesticking out. I felt his tongue slide across my lips and touch mytongue. At first I admit I almost felt like he was raping my mouth butafter a few seconds it felt nice. Finally he let me up for air andglanced down at his boxer shorts..