. I know. I.. I realised that last week," I say, looking at the table."But.. it's so hard. They like me, they think I'm just a girl, a woman...and... ... don't want to lose them." Honey, you have to take that chance, they'll feel worse if they find outon their own," she sighs "And not just the gender thing, the thingbetween your legs, but.. well what else you are." I.. I know." I look up at her, feeling a tear run down my face. "I.. Iknow, and I will... next weekend I.. I'm gonna get it all. ” I paused. “That was too close. I think we have to find some place to fuck where Mom won’t find us.”We came to the same conclusion at the same time and said together “The basement.” Chapter 2Mom almost never went down into the basement. When we asked why she just said that our dad used to use it and she didn’t want any bad memories. She never said much about Dad, just that he left after I was born. Mom’s sister Joan was a top lawyer and made damn sure he left us fairly well off and with. I was doing the fucking with him. The man in my ass moved back into position and began to fuck me fast. The faster he went, the faster I moved my ass. We all seemed to be racing to a climax to see who would finish first. We tied. The moment the man finished coming in my ass, I jumped off the man under me, stood up, brushed my short skirt back down from my waist and said, "Got to run, boys. See you all Monday."I almost ran down the hallway to my desk, and as I was doing so, I heard and felt a. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more".