" I know love--" said my mother "--we heard. And delightful it was too. And it was one of his favourite songs off his favourite album. And I should th...nk, judging by the way you obviously feel about our son, a very apt choice. Now," she turned to me, "I really do think you should respond with a song of your own, don't you Justin?" She turned to my father. "What do you think Louis?" Of course he should. And I think I know exactly the song he'll choose."I shrugged my shoulders and watched as my. It dawnedon me that not only was I passing, I was doing so with flying colors.Blushing, I grinned to myself and with sensual clicking, strode down theentryway onto the sidewalk. I could feel eyes on me, lusting, envious,interested, curious, eyes. It was then I realized that I was an attentionwhore, and that being in the spotlight was causing an uncomfortabletightness in my panties. I loved being seen as a sexy, desirable girl, andI loved that I was hiding a dirty secret beneath my skirt. With. I.. I think she's getting excited.. and I think herchances of ever being a dominant again are minimal.I lightly squeeze the clit, then roll it between my fingers, earning ashuddering groan from 'my' victim. I can see the tension fading from herarse, and so I swiftly plunge the plug deep into her arse.Oh hell, the sound Cathy makes is enough to convince everyone in the roomthat she's never going back to being a domme! The humiliation, theembarrassment, the sheer erotic joy... I moan a little in. ”“Why would you say that?”“You want me to look sexy.”“Okay.”“And when I look sexy, I feel sexy.”“That’s good,” he said.“Not if you won’t help me when I feel that way,” she complained.“I’ll be happy to help you,” he said. “But sometimes it isn’t appropriate.”“What was wrong with this afternoon?”“Len would have noticed that we were missing in action.”“So? Didn’t Tom say they all knew what we were doing?”“Yes, but like you said, this is all new. I want you to have ample time to think about things,.