I didn't bother - I could more or less set my own hours.Eventually, we were sitting in the lounge with fresh coffees."Right, love. What's on your mind...", I asked."Remember where we met?" Yes, of course. Not very romantic. The cancer ward." Right. Both of our mothers dying with cervical cancer. Made quite a bond, didn't it?" Sue looked grim, as if speaking in a normal voice was an unbearable struggle."It was a bad time. I'd have fallen apart without you. I think I helped you and your sister a. The cab arrived, and I was ready. Underneath my work clothes (casual blouse and skirt), I had put on a pretty black lace bra, and no panties. I had read all of Nancy Friday's books about women's sexual fantasies, had imagined a few of my own, and was really randy, wet, and ready to act them out.It was a mild, overcast autumn day - my favorite weather. I heard the honk, looked out of my bedroom window, grabbed my purse, and went downstairs and out the door. I saw the driver was an older black. . everything.We both needed this deepening of kink on a number of levels, includingthe very deepest. She needed it--not just for the sensual pleasure tobe afforded but also to increase her sense of power and control over meand being loved that deeply by me. The fact that it emphatically wasimmensely challenging for me or any man (or woman) to submit to such ahumiliation, an act so productive of insecurity, violation, and flat-out fear, something that went against the "normal" view of love. "We were both pretty quiet on the way. When we got to the house, the lights were on downstairs. We took off our coats, put Mary's bag in the front hall. Mom was in the kitchen in that silly tee-shirt that leaves her ass bare. There was hot chocolate in a pot and she was stirring something. She came to us, took Mary in her arms."I'm so glad you came to us, Mary. Sit down, eat something. I'll bet you're starving."Mary's face brightened some. "I am. I forgot about dinner and there's no food on the.