It won’t make a whit of difference in how I love you.” “Well,” she said, “that day when the elevator was broken, I saw you at your door. I t...ought, ‘There’s that nice guy. Wonder if he’d do me.’” “You really thought that?” “I did. I was a slut.” I laughed aloud. “You were never a slut.” “You just didn’t know. Anyway, you gave me the bourbon the day of the funeral.” “Before and after, if I recall.” “After. And, I thought, ‘Maybe he’s trying to get me drunk so I’ll fuck him.’ But, you weren’t.. Maybe, this Mela is just a dream.”“I thought so too,” he admits. But when she asked if I was ready to go again ... it didn’t make any sense.”“Maybe you did fuck her once already, and you were thinking of someone else,” her voice peters out toward the end. It even takes on a bit of sadness. “I would like to think it would be me you think about when screwing your wife, but I guess I have competition.”“No, no,” he quickly says, practically leaping from his chair to wrap his arms around the woman. ”Margaret smiled as the convent appeared in the distance. She didn't want to think of her son as a sissy slave. She envisioned him as a manly submissive in gleaming black, like his father. If anyone could get him straightened out, the Sisters could. She was confident.“You just let the Daughters of Lilith work their magic and in a few days, you're going to be a whole new man!”* * * * *Margaret opened the door to the clinic and proceeded in, pulling her son behind her on a short leash. The cool,. Perhaps, because he was older, he reminded me of my boy-crush on Max. But I sat there and looked at him as his hand stroked my leg. He raised his eyebrows at me. His question was clear and I reached down and touched his leg as well. So we were sitting next to each other stroking our thighs. I became very uncomfortable because my penis was becoming erect and was trapped awkwardly in my jeans. I leaned back and reached under my waistband to adjust myself and he took it as an invitation to take.