With my hands occupied, there was nothing I could do but watch in horror/anticipation, as she inched closer and closer. We came to a stop. “O.K. I...��m going to show you how to pop the clutch” she said, clearly excited. “Push up hard on this foot” she caressed my left foot with her’s, my dick pulsing in response, “when I let up.” The caress turned into a stomp. She threw the stick (and my hand) into first, pushed down hard on my right foot (the gas), giggled, wiggled her toes on my left foot,. Mum had changed from her Sunday outfit into a shirt and some Capri pants. The way her tits were held I could tell that she was wearing a bra under the loose shirt. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear the Capris. “How disappointing…” I spoke as she drew level with me. Mum looked at me puzzled. “Haven’t you learned anything over the past twenty-four hours?” Mum’s expression did not change from that of a quizzical one. I stepped up to her and parted her shirt showing her plain. I felt his arms go around my waist and suddenly I was being lifted. I even have a room just for you down here. The man said. Oh please no please. I just want to go home, please I sobbed and was close to screaming. I was sore and had blood running down my thighs. I was dragged into the room on the property, the one I was hoping had some sort of protection, I realized fast that we were all alone. I was sat down on a square of hay, only one of the several in the room. Have you ever had a cock up. Then turning, I realized I was going to be walking straight back to him in only my nighty. Could he see my erect hard nipples thought the nighty? Was I acceptable? I turned to him and noticed he was wearing a silk shirt and some matching pants. He was so handsome! My Master always has a well-kept short beard and moustache with hints of gray and he has penetrating eyes. He is tall, well built, and strong. Additionally, tonight it looked like he had just shaved his head and his chest hair was.