00am, was now washing over me, my first reward was close and I knew what was coming. The anticipation was, as usual, nearly as good as the experience....Sure enough as I watched, Mr Butt ordered, ‘Slutgirl! Mouth!’ I hastened over to my Master and quickly positioned myself beneath his sweating torso, my head tilted well back, mouth wide open and positioned just a foot or so from his rampant and soon to explode, dick. Emma, well trained over many months, extended her legs wide apart so that on. Last New Year, he wanted to get "back into shape."And I let him. I had always been comfortable with his appearance - happywith it, loved it, even. But who was I to tell him to stop if he wants todo a sit-up every now and again, or lift a weight? The membership wouldpay for itself in open pickle jars and the lack of physical exasperationtoward the end of our lovemaking, which increased, to my delight, as hegained more strength, energy, and stamina.Halfway through the year, I learned the source. I love you immensely,darling, and always have. The idea of making love with you has been in mymind for many, many years, though I have tried to surpress those feelingsto no avail." I was totally floored by my Mother Fatima's speech. Therewas a moment of indecision and tenseness, then Mom put out her arms to meand I rushed to her, embracing her tightly. We hugged. Mom ran her hands through my hair, pushed my head back,looked me straight in the eye and put her lips to mine. In that. How could this be happening? Finally, I just sighed and said, “Let's go for it.” “Great, I'll operate in the morning,” and he left.It was hard to open my eyes. I could tell I was lying on some kind of soft mattress. I struggled to wake up for a few minutes and then was finally able to open my eyes and look around. I was on a mattress but not in a bed or a regular room. I was in some sort of wooden stall and the mattress was on top of some clean hay. I was able to sit up some and took a look at.