I have a choice. I can run, go somewhere else?or I can go back inside and be a slave. This choice felt like it would determine how things would play...out for the rest of my life. After thinking for a few minutes, I straightened up, and walked back inside.?Good girl?. My Mother smiled and hugged me as I walked back into the room. ?We have a treat for you now.?Again, she bound me to the table- it was wide and low enough that it was almost like a bed, just without pillows or blankets. She. So we arranged to meet and get a room somewhere in between the two cities we lived in. We picked a day and met at the motel. We had a few drinks in the room which led to the conversation turning sexual. I told her that I found everything about her so fucking sexy and asked her if she was into dirty talk. Specifically, would she be okay if I used the word fat in a positive way to convey how hot I thought her body was. She said she was comfortable with her body and that sort of talk would be a. ‘Put the angel on top and plug it in.’ When she was done, Tom stepped back and lowered Pat to the ground. Standing up behind her, he circled her waist with his arms and pulled her back against him. They stood that way for a while, just looking at the brightly shining lights and the colorful angel. Pat thought herself in heaven, with Tom’s arms around her, leaning back against him, with her arms resting on his. Finally, she pulled his arms apart just enough to turn around. When she was facing. My chest had become creamy white withall the pills and laser treatments (even the tiny moles I had werezapped, so it was flawless).Mandy and Cathy didn't even come along, so I had to drive myselfhome. When I got there, they were once again in Mandy's room, andseemed kind of sweaty and embarrassed when they finally unlocked thedoor and came out to greet "Jessica," which is what they'd startedcalling me. Their reaction to my breasts once I removed my top washumiliating. They laughed. "I can't.