“No offense, but I don’t think I’d want you giving me blowjobs either, I quipped.My mom said that I couldn’t offend her any longer. “The fac... that you are having this honest conversation with me is more than I could have hoped for. I was just curious, Ma’am,” she replied.“Did you WANT me to be your Mistress?” I asked. It seemed like my mom was suggesting she wanted me to take a leadership role in her life. The thought kind of scared me because even though I love her, I had absolutely no doubt I. If I wore the hobble I wouldn't be able todo anything wrong but if I didn't, I suspected I would still end up inthe hobble anyway and little Henry would hurt again."I've changed my mind, sister Sarah. I'll take the hobble." It's a girl's privilege to change her mind, Frilly. Stand still andI'll fit it."I was expecting some sort of tie between my ankles, but that isn't whatI got. Sister Sarah went to a cupboard and got out two wooden ringsjoined one above the other by four thick strings. I was. The woman appeared to be in her thirties while the man was young, barely out of his teens.Diane felt the page in her hand. There were a couple of wrinkled places in hit that appeared to have gotten wet at one time."This must be his favorite jerk-off picture." She mused aloud.Staring at the picture, Diane was startled by the sudden vision she had in her mind. For a moment she was picturing her son, standing over the picture with his cock in his hand, shooting his jism on the page. Shaking her. "Uh, hey," Alex blushed a little at having to call attention to himself, normally accustomed to avoiding it as much as possible, "Did you get me?" But again, the teacher apparently ignored him. Alex turned around to say something to Kyle, who was unstealthily sending a text or something on his phone under the desk. "Hey Kyle, since when is Mr. Young an asshole?" He asked in a whisper, but Kyle didn't respond. "Yo, dude," Alex reached back and tapped Kyle on the arm, only to get no reaction..