"I was flabbergasted to say the least. I did know that mother was a womanwho enjoyed ladies, not men, I had several times spied upon her andanother la...y who was her friend, that was interesting! This though was awhole new experience. Mother drew me to my feet and proceeded to dress mein that gorgeous basque. I shivered as the cool satin embraced my body,caressed my overheated skin. I had never worn anything so formfitting, sosnug, so sensuous, and so perfect as this garment. My tender. “well my dear, thirsty are we, do you understand why you are here?” inquired her master. She knew exactly what she was doing there, to be his unquestioning slave. She had spent her years exploring the depths of her sexuallity. She had many partners, eventually moving onto gangbangs and anal gangbangs. She enjoyed the company of swingers clubs, and eventually enjoyed sex from nastier and uglier dirty people. She commonly would ride the subway at 4am in the morning in hopes of being raped,. “You think? Lillian, I have a favor to ask… turn around,” I said. She reluctantly did. I checked out her thick, curvaceous ass.“You finished?” She said, looking back at me, jerking me out of my trance.“Oh. Yeah. I’m good.”I was slightly turned on now, thinking about the bartender, practically undressing her with my eyes. And she knew it. I sipped my Coke, when I heard:“Now coming up to the stage, she is known by three letters alone… N.B.A.” The Emcee said.I looked quizzically, as she came onto. It was my money that fed her, clothed her, kept a roof over her head. The disrespect she showed me in light of all that filled me with rage- I had no idea how to control her. After all, I'd only been in her life a few years. What could I do that would make her listen to and respect me now that her mother was gone?"Yeah, okay, Rob," she snarked, rolling her eyes. She leaned against the kitchen counter boredly, texting on her cellphone. The bill was over $500 last month."That sack of cloth your.