He started to get dressed looking down at me saying get your Fat Whore Ass out my truck. I got up off the bed got dressed then climbed out of the truc... into the parking lot as they drove away. Standing there I checked my phone to see a text from one of my regular clients Stan, he was seeing if I was available.I told him yes give me a minute I went used the bathroom to clean myself up then I made my way over to where he was parked, knocked on his door he opened it and I climbed in. Stan was an. My birthday arrived. As did my GIS. My heart fluttered as the door bell rang. I was in the middle of curling my hair for school when my mother knocked on my door and entered. She handed me the box and put a glass of water and my breakfast, toast and jam on my bedside table. She ignored the fact I was in my bra and panties. She looked me up and down and said "Quelle femme". "Merci" I courtseyed. She looked me in the eyes and held me by my shoulders, "femme se bat pour cette opportunité depuis. Even as the conversation turned sexual, it still felt comfortable, safe, and very erotic. Our legs had been rubbing against one another most of the conversation, and I could feel my body responding to him even with these simple gestures. My panties had begun to feel moist, and I knew my nipples were hardening in the sheer bra he had asked me to wear. Several times he had reached for my hand, to stroke my fingers, and each time I felt my body stirring. With no warning, his hand reached across. She moaned and nodded feverishly, her cheeks flushed. He unclipped the nipple clamps that hung on her breasts painfully. The blood rushed back and she gasped at the sudden, stinging pain. The pain dulled and she felt herself get wetter as the throbbing pain joined in her pleasure. Her Master kneaded her breasts gently, occasionally flicking at her hard nipples as he slowly licked her slit. "M-master..." Sarai gasped, "I need to.. I need to c..." She was interrupted as he pinched her left nipple.