I had bought this outfit just last week. I loved my white shirt with three quarter sleeves, my black straight skirt with jacket to match, my very comf...rtably expensive matching bra and knickers, and my cool stockings. These are the clothes that make me feel confident. Yet I knew when I got home and changed in to my house clothes I will revert to being the obedient daughter my Mother loved, although tonight like on so many other occasions that maternal love will take the form of an across. When she referred tosomething, I knew all about it. I also knew that Brad had given bothstrippers at his bachelor's party the benefit of trying his anaconda onfor size. That didn't matter to me thought, I just knew about it. Infact, I knew what emotion they would have, or I knew what they knew, butit was very mater of fact. I didn't really feel it exactly. I was free to act on the emotion or not without attachment. Hank had madea big issue of this. Once mounted, we were safe for about a week.. "Rikku was on top of me when I asked, "Mom? Whenever I see you with Harold, you act strangely. Why is that? Do you wish you had been his mate instead of mine?"As a partial answer Rikku started to pound herself onto me harder and would squeeze tightly on me from time to time.She stopped and kissed me deeply then looked into my eyes, "I'm so proud to be your mother and one of your wives and to be bonded to you. Never think otherwise. It's just..." She paused. "Remember how I told you that shortly. You don't have to sleep with me. You can have your own room, all expenses paid, of course. I just need to have you close." I can't. I'd lose my job." He took her hand and guided it below his belt. She felt his huge erection and immediately pulled back. "I'm sorry, no. Go on, you'll miss your plane."Their limo pulled away. She stood on the pavement, English for sidewalk, and fought with her emotions for several minutes. Unable to go back to work just then, she decided on a walk in the park. She.