She spoke in rapturous, overlapping bursts, her thoughts tumbling over themselves. ‘Oh, Jon, you said so many wonderful things about me. Just so tou...hing…I wanted so much to say something, but couldn’t. You are so kind and understanding…I…I…’ Then she kissed the older man, deep and passionately, and, without breaking their kiss, she shifted so she was sitting on his lap, straddling him belly-to-belly in his chair, trying to get as close as possible, to merge her mouth and tongue into his. Jon. What was I going to do, I was still hard and I was so horny and I sure as hell didn't want my parents to find out. My only options was do this or run far far away.Does your mother do this with the older men? No they are our best subscribers who pay a little extra to come hang out with their favorite sissies. So you whore them out? Yep don't worry you get paid now get over here.I sit down and she ties my wrist to the chair, What the hell?? Well you look is not finished. She grabs a wig and. Another such word was cunt. We could say most anything else but those two words made us blush. We could even talk about boys’ penises but when it came to fucking and cunt those were “whisper words” and very personal.So I did learn things in school but there was so much to learn that was not in school…the rest of the world (and boys!). But, as I wrote, we were just then working on poetry and it was hard for me…I was desperate for a good grade so I could graduate and a bad grade in English. ”Frustrated, I moaned, but decided to play by her rules. She picked up the black garment from the bed and slipped it on over her naked body. It was a stunning black dress, sexy without being slutty. It finished half way down her thighs, it was sleeveless, and cutaway at the back to expose her shoulder blades. The neckline plunged a little way into her cleavage, but not so far to be extreme. She explained to me that it was made from a new artificial fibre that never needed to be ironed. It had.