Natalie could sense his unease aboutthe potential ramifications on their relationship. She relented as sheadded, "You know what? Maybe that's too info...mal. I think you shouldcall me Mademoiselle instead." Seriously?" Trystan asked."Yes, I think the French version is just so much prettier to hear."Trystan nodded even as he felt that calling her Mademoiselle instead ofMadame was somehow more emasculating.Natalie smiled at her husband as she watched him nod and pull at thehem of his black, satin,. Dave had taken the on-ramp even earlier. He'd been back a little more seriously and a little more often, but only to visit his mother, usually just for two or three days; he usually stayed around the house and only rarely ran into one of his classmates for a brief meeting in which little more than a "Hi" was exchanged. Now, he was seriously considering returning, at least temporarily, and it was hard to comprehend."Oh, shit!" Dave said as he made the turn onto Elm Street, where his mother's. She didnt give it another thought until she felt the strong arms surround her waist, another hand cover her mouth and propel her through the garage door, the one she had not even noticed was ajar until now… Plunged into the darkness, she was pushed up against the bench, her hands uselessly beside her, pinned by his weight against her back as her hands were pulled behind her, pinned by his weight against her back as her hands were pulled behind her and felt the cold steel of the handcuffs. The next time when I washed his cock he told me that it need extra washing, so again I soaped up my hands and kept washing and washing and washing. Dad just kept telling me to keep going.I'd say i'd been washing it for about 15 mins when he let out a moan and it started leaking out milky looking liquid. I asked dad if I had done it wrong but was told that thats how to tell when its been washed enough.Of course I had to ask him what was the milky stuff that had come out of it. Dad just told me.