About a month… after I moved out… I started seeing a professional dominatrix. I saw her several times… during and after… the divorce.’ ‘Do...you still see her, little Robbie?’ ‘No. She was… too violent… for me. She said so herself… told me to stop coming… because she was causing more harm… than good for me.’ ‘I see,’ Gemma said. This was something she’d never suspected about her neighbor. But she decided to dive further into the can of worms. ‘Tell me what happens to you, little Robbie, when you. " he said simply.I shook my head. "I'm not sure why I am? There is something out there drawing me and I have to answer it."John sighed, "Oh dear, I hope this won't be like the last time, should I prepare to leave again Mistress?" He asked.I shook my head, I've paid for this apartment and I didn't see having to leave it every time someone tried to take over my world. "No John, I'll be back before dawn, have a good night." I said and walked out of the door.The sun hadn't set a long time ago and. Mom, I’ll grab the oil, and I’ll massage it on wherever the pain is.Mom smiled through her pain and closed the door to shower. Even though I had her sweaty bra and leggings with me, I couldn’t and didn’t feel like doing anything with it. I didn’t lick the sweat and masturbate in it. But I couldn’t resist sniffing the crotch area of Mommy’s leggings.Hmmm! Aaahh! Intoxicating! I kissed the part where my mom’s pussy was for the last hour. I proceeded to her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. The. She said she would meet me at the hotel at 10:00. The next day seemed to drag, but at last it was 9:45, and there was a knock on my door. I opened up the door and there she stood before me in the doorway holding a bottle of expensive French champagne and a smile on her face. "A present for you " she said as she handed it over to me and I invited her in. Offering to take her coat I smelled her hair as she turned to remove it from her shoulders and as she turned to face me again I took in her.