Lyndia was laughing and her beautiful face was flushed. As I peeked over the side of the window Lynida, who never drank more than a small glass of win..., took a big swallow from a shot glass and I heard one of the guys joke about the drinking game they were playing and that's what she had to do when she lost a round.The owner was sitting on Lyndia's right. He was probably in his late-30's and looked like a character from the TV show the "Sopranos." In fact his name was Tony; he wore gold chains. "Shut up, John," she snapped, though still smiling at the whole situation. "I just have to admit that this whole… episode was completely unexpected. I never figured that my first sexual experience would be an impulsive event on a beach. It was more… spontaneous than I expected." Cortana," John sighed happily, "I have to admit that I'm no expert on sex or love. But even I know that spontaneity can be a good thing. Sometimes it can even seem more romantic than planned ones. Of course, that does. " Mistress, thank you," Mom said softly and she was doing it, working her panties off under her dress and even though her head was down, I knew she was smiling ... and I had a plan, being the good daughter I was."Slave-Mommy." I smiled at her across the table from me."Mistress?" My mother was looking down, staring at her panties and she placed them carefully on the table.We were in a restaurant, as I mentioned, and one of the better ones downtown, catering to the businessmen and lawyers who. She couldn't see them -- she needed her glasses. Just as I saw the thought go through her head, I had them in my hand -- I had picked them up off her nightstand earlier, and I gave them to her now. "Do you see that bright one right there? That's probably a planet. Maybe Mars, glowing so brightly." She looked up as the stars twinkled back. She was coming back to consciousness, slowly, groggily."Please rape me," she suddenly said.That woke her up. Suddenly there was a flurry of questions in her.