I'm Maria." She crossed her legs carelessly providing a tantalizing view of her upper thighs then she continued, "It's nice that teachers here are so ...nformal. It's not like when I was in school. Everyone was sir and mam back then." Where did you go to school?" I asked."Prep school outside of London. I came to the States after marrying my American husband." Is Lindsey your only child?" Yes. She's our angel. My goodness, Roger, it's hot in here," and she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her. I couldn't understand it. He was a good-looking young man, popular, and more than one girl had a crush on him. Still, he ran with a wild bunch of boys who more often than not caused trouble for our Dad and Mom.One evening in early autumn, after the leaves were in full color, the folks went to the theater and I was home alone. Suddenly, Mack came staggering through the front door, drunk as usual. I was in the living room just tidying up before going to bed, and I had nothing on but a flimsy. Flush…swoosh. Our thighs were hitting and giving a sound.Then on one backstroke I pulled back completely out of contact. Mom kept her ass lifted up, waiting for me to slide my cock back along her pussy. Instead, I grasped my cock in my hand, pressed its head part way into her slit, and slid it along her length and back, slowly, three or four times. “Ohhhuuhhhahhhhh,” she repeated each time.I paused, ecstatic at her wanton sound, knowing she was lost in the feel of my cock on her pussy. It was. I curled up like a cat and told Him something like: i was His and wanted to spend the next day and every day suffering in pain and humiliation for Him, that i loved Him and would do anything for Him. He said He would make sure it was worse for me, better for Him every day. Then He told me not to piss and walked away.To be continued:His Story:The first thing I did the next morning was to go down the basement to the cage. She was awake and whimpering. I knew she was hurting, but also assumed.