We shoved off after the library we then dicked around till 1pm when Timmy had to go home. I to took off to my stomach was rumbling bad.I walk in our b...ck door and "FUCK ME" Timmy's mom was talking with my mother. I'm dead I thought." Okay Scott be cool" "Scotty this is Mrs. Summers she as a son your age" "We already meet the other day ," Really "Yes your son has such good manners." My stomach was doing flips. "She didn't see me." I thought . I rummaged through the fridge and grab and apple I. At one point we got up and strolled around the garden, hand in hand while she had a proper look at my garden craft."Shall we start getting the damsons tomorrow Tommy? It'll be good fun."She reached up for a low branch to pull a cluster off and I let out a long, low wolf whistle as the short skirt rode right up over her thighs and displayed the cheeks of her bottom."No knickers mum? Wow!" Yes I have" she laughed, "They're just not very big."And by way of proving it, she flipped her skirt up. I sit down and bend so my back is at the right angle for him to work, I hold my bra and wait for him to start. When I finally feel the needle on my back the sweet anticipation in my tummy floods my whole body and I hold my breath while I wait for that first puncture. The combination of his hands and the suspension my body is in right know makes me want to sigh and I have to bite my lip again to stop myself from doing so. When the needle finally starts I cant help myself and let out a small. .. Good, clean fun.It has already been over an hour, and the party is going to last foranother couple of hours. Another couple of hours standing impaled on apole with my feet cramping inside the stiff six-inch-heeled fuck-mepumps, overwhelming pressure of the heavy latex corset, evil gag,touching the back of my throat and making me gag with every tiny movementof my restrained head, my aching penis, desperately trying to expandinside the pink plastic tube that has been locked on my genitals for.