My mom wouldn’t be able to see my lap since I had a whole row of seats in front of me so I got a crazy idea. I stuck my hand inside my pants and sta...ted to touch myself. It felt good at first, but as I realized we’d be at Kaitlin’s house soon I needed to do more to make sure I got off in time. I lowered my pants and panties just a bit so my crotch would be exposed to the air. I really started getting into it then. My mom was talking to me about being respectful and asking me questions about. . I only cared about serving you. Pleasing you was all I could think about.” “You did please me, pet. Very much.” Callie squirmed under Ben's intense gaze as he went on. “I knew you enjoyed a little name calling from our Skype sessions. How would you feel about exploring humiliation and objectification further? Being called pet, for example. Wearing a collar and leash. Being led around on all fours. Does that excite you?” “Mmm, yes. I don't know why, but yes.” She could feel herself blushing as. . as if I hadn’t loved the attention that day.As he put it down I said to him that if he wanted another look he should just ask me rather than try to be coy about it. He started to stammer and turned beet red. Feeling naughty, I just spread my legs to the point that my hem barley covered me.I asked him if that's what he wanted. He only nodded. I told him to kneel down and he did. I love it when men play nice! I let him lookfor a while as I sipped my wine.Although very surreal, I was so turned. Welcome the new you!’ Leslie spun around in the chair coming face to face with a mirror. She yelled out in surprise, as she wasn’t sure who the girl in the mirror was. Actually, she knew exactly who it was. Gone was the boxed blonde hair. Now brunette locks poured off her head,cascading with highlights and ending in slight curls just above her shoulders. To Leslie it looked like they matched her original hair color. The color she started with, the color before she went crazy. She ran a.