Mom really didn't act like she cared and there were plenty of men who would've been glad to help me along.I had that one memorable incident with one o... Mom's guys who thought a little push might get me going in his direction. It was horrible. I still get squicked out about it.Mom was stoned out of her gourd on a cocktail of drugs and alcohol that night. I know that I told Tim she was out 'working', but 'stoned' and 'working', at least Mom's version of work, were about equally reprehensible.. Constance leaned against the wall with her head back, sighing in pleasure as Walter’s hands explored her body. He caressed every part of her, from her face to her toes. Her skin tingled under his touch. Kneeling again, he petted her golden mound and pushed his nose into the crisp fluff of hair. The pressure of his hands urged her to stand with her feet slightly apart. He rained kisses down there, stroked her velvety furrow, opened her nether lips with his thumbs and tenderly delved into her. Besides they like looking like slutty little tramps, don't yougirls?" Yes Mistress Thorne," we chorus, including me, though I'm blushing as Isay it..."Still.. really," He sniffs, "We also do the best in fetish fashion, BDSMclothes and toys, and other things all pandering to various kinks andperversions." He grins. "I'm sure all of you will either have worn orare going to wear things from that range." Now the very prettiest Sissy's model all our lines for both the over andunder the counter. It seemed to take more of a physical toll on Sandy, while Clarissa and I suffered more mentally and emotionally.My mind was racing, and although only seconds had passed, it seemed like an eternity. I had to answer, but I wasn’t quite sure what to say. The obvious first question was whether or not I wanted to engage in ‘stress relief’ with Sandy, and I found it odd that I felt the answer was ‘yes’. That led immediately to the questions of ‘why?’ and ‘what effect does this have on Angie?’, both.