. well, you saw what happened to Christina."Perhaps against their best judgment, two daring agents, probably both in their twenties, step forward hesi...atingly and set upon my body. With Serena's encouragement, one lavishes attention on my chest while the other, rather dangerously, hungrily strokes my rear; my tight restraints intensify their gentle touch. However, as much as I desperately want revenge -- to make these beautiful tormentresses share my fate -- as much as I try in vain to brush up. I took the water gun and cleaned my ass. I flushed the commode and looked at my slave. She wants torture, she wants pain, I can see it in her lustful eyes. I took the candle and lit it. I waited for a minute and toldMe: Sleep on the floor.Pranati: What?I demonstrated to her, what I am going to do. I tilted the candle aside and kept my hand under it. The hot wax fell on my hands. My mother rose and checked my hand.Pranati: Are you nuts?Me:(I showed her the dried wax) It is nothing. I want to put. There it was out, he thought, but how would his mother react, had he gone too far?"My pussy," asked his mother with a slight grin, she was not offended at all, but some what pleased her son thought so much of her sex -- her pussy."Yes, that's the common name now-a-days," replied Bobby, thrilled at how his mother had taken it.With that Ruth let her dress go, turned and walked into her bedroom to retrieve her purse and car-keys."Be back before you know it," she called to her son, and with that. And in the bathtub, it's very common.I did what most parents do, I answered his questions about his body or about sex when they came up, trying to honestly answer them while also trying to keep from telling him too much each time. If you have children, you know.So, he was fairly young when I explained his erections, older when he asked me where babies came from, older still when he asked what my tampons were one afternoon. Yes, there were times I surely wished he had a father around.About when.