I gave the assistant a shy smile and explained that my girlfriend had sent me here to pick something up for her to play with, without really explainin... what she wanted.After explaining my predicament, the assistant replied said in a matter of fact way,"What she would like is either a vibrator or a dildo. They're in the next room through that curtain. I will come and give you a hand in a few minutes after I've finished stocking the shelves".I was that clueless that I didn't even realise there. The whole thing had been exciting, but only at first. She had gotten very little pleasure out of it, and this position was definitely headed for her 'do not do again' list.When Bobby had recovered he dropped a kiss on her cheek and got off the bed. Craig had replaced him, and he sensed her mood."You don't like it?" He slid his arm around her waist and held her against him."My hip, well, my leg and hip began to cramp. It hurt." Ouch. No pleasure there." Tell me about it." I don't see why I have. I shared it with my eldest son; he suggested I post it on an online site. The story could be read for others for free and I might get some feedback. Though he did suggest I convert to Times New Roman font. I thanked him for his suggestions and made the font change. I didn't even mind the implied criticism.I posted the story, it was a little out of place because the site specializes in erotica, but they allowed about anything legal to be posted.It was up for less than eight hours and I started. In fact she was delighted, although she pretended to be dispassionate. "So, you're upset that you called him 'Master?'" Yes! Of course!" You're thinking that ... if he's the master, that makes you the slave, right? You would essentially be enslaved to your own son. He would be free to do what he wants to with you and your sexy body. Anything he wants. Anything at all!" Suzanne was trying to sound neutral, but she couldn't avoid the excitement that was creeping into her voice."Suzanne, we can't.