..but your Mom feels safer that way. Nicolas, I know you’re practically a grown up, you’re a handsome and smart young man by now. But look at Hele..., she really worries about you and she worries about herself. Let it be this time. I promise I’ll talk to her this evening and next time you will have the responsibility you deserve.”“...promise, Dad?”“Promise.”“...Mom?”“Ok, Nicolas, I will listen to what your father has to tell me tonight, and we’ll talk about it all tomorrow, together.”“Good, I’ll. Well... I was going to wait until you uh... got finished” stammering like the idiot I was pointing at her velumuis body. “Oh don’t worry about me, besides don’t you want to show me off?” The smile grew wider as I heard her cat like purrs. Without another word I turned onto the road and eyed a fast food place with a drive through window. Miranda was moaning and writhing in her seat. Trying desperately to finish. As I was about to pull in she let out a cry of pleasure that filled the small cabin. "I love your stories. But is it really like that?" Immediately after sending her question, she knew it wasn't framed well.And he knew it too. "I'm not sure what you are referring to." Well, you have these kind of idyllic situations, where the Dom and the sub are so 'in tune'. Is it really like that?" I wish. I think it can be when both parties are honest and communicative. I just haven't found my girl yet."Elaine swallowed. "Would you do the things you describe in your stories to 'your girl'?". . and oh, how you’ve earned it.” Cavendish whimpered as the Amazon pulled him to draw his back in an arc, and he felt his cock poke high and rigid as the full benefit of the plug and the sight of the supple and dominant goddess towering above him, brought his bell-end to full exposure, the cool air teasing at its sensitive underside as it pulsed hard and dribbled pre-cum, the sneering women enjoying the excitement it showed at his humiliation. The Amazon grinned down at him, her cunt wet with.