“Of course,” I replied civilly, “it’s a free country, Mrs Evans.”“I’m Connie, Dan, please?”“Sure, Connie, please forgive an irascibl... old man.”“A gentleman, Dan, not yet that old,” she smiled beautifully. She always was beautiful, I remembered.Connie sat next to me, depositing her bags on the floor by her legs, which still looked good, I noticed. “We were best friends once, a long time ago ... And, like you, I miss your Mary.”I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years the. A warmth swept down her body affecting her skin, his hands stroked her back and down to her buttocks. He had on his jeans, but she could feel the heat of his body radiating with hers, and the hardness of his maleness as it pressed against her upper thigh. He lifted her into his arms and strode to the bedroom. They tumbled onto the comforter together. She hadn’t realized how controlled Mark had been previously, until he lost it. One kiss lead to another, like a fire that couldn’t be contained. . No need to wonder what had happened, only to wonder if it had been one of them, or both? I left Moms room and showered, trying to come to grips with the changes in our life now. My two friends had made it perfectly plain Mom was going to be there sex toy, or slave. And from the taste in my mouth and the soreness of my ass, maybe I was going to be their toy too.I was still in the shower when Mom came in, still nude, sat down on the toilet and began to piss. I should have been shocked, Mom had. During the discussion he mentioned my propensity to serve and that I would get off on being a slave if I could let go of the fear of a master and put your trust in him or her. This was quite a shock at first. I've always been a service oriented person, but I like being in control too. Jessica agreed with him but also said she would like me as her master if I was willing to give it a try.By now we were well down the rabbit hole and those few drinks were working on me. So, we spent some time role.