When we were done we lay silent for a few minutes, and then Shannon asked a question."Umm--can I ask you a question?" Yes." She turned onto her side, ...ut I didn't move to face her."Why do you like to hurt me? I mean, why does it make you hard?" Hmm. I've actually thought a good deal about that," I answered. Now I did turn to face her. "I've been having fantasies of hurting and humiliating women since I was about thirteen. When it started, I didn't think about it much, and then later I thought I. "This kind of break can be tricky," he told my mother, gesturing to the X-ray with his pen. "The fibula is normally held in a bowed shape by the tibia. What often happens when the tibia breaks is that the fibula straightens out a bit. This separates the ends of the break and inhibits the healing process." He went on to explain that in such cases, surgery would be necessary to screw plates onto the tibia to hold the ends together."However," he continued, "We try to avoid that kind of surgery. She hadn't dressed up today - just leggings and an old top - but I noticed the swell of her bum, the shape of her breasts under the shirt. My dick stirred.Maybe I should grab her, bend her over the kitchen table, show her how horny she had made me. But she was probably tired, and more penetration was probably the last thing she needed after last night's activity. I could still feel the sticky remnants of the come stains I'd made in my pants this morning, and felt slightly disgusted."Yes, sure,". We shouldn’t be asking Mamma Slut to do things for us.” She thought this sounded good until she heard his next sentence. “She is our slut tonight. We tell her what we want her to do. Isn’t that right?”“Yes master.”“Mom, this is awesome, having you as our sex slave!”Sex slave? That was what she was doing, wasn’t it? She was being there sex slave.“I mean Mamma Slut. Slaves should only talk of themselves in the third person, like an object. So whenever you answer us I want you to answer back using.