She could be a real player if she wanted to because she had a body to die for. We don't talk about sex at home. My parents don't watch sexually open m...vies, and I have no idea how often they have sex--if at all. I don't like to think about it. My high school and college friends all think my Mom is hot, but their thoughts are as far as it goes. Mom is a model parent. Three years ago Mom earned an agency trip to Aruba and she took me as her second traveler. Some of her fellow agents were drinking. A long-time fantasy was quickly coming to life for me.His fingers, which had menacingly sharp, black claws at the end, trailed down to my breasts, circling my perking nipples."Your body screams excitement," He whispered, "But your face is mixed. What are you thinking?"I was surprised he cared; though, maybe he didn't, for his fingers trailed lower, running over the smooth skin above my pussy. My legs seemed to part of their own accord, and his voice found my ears again."You want me, don't you?. An elicited groan left Sean’s mouth as he felt the slippery sensations.Sean almost screamed as the flailing leather straps contacted the entire breadth of his bottom. Several more strikes of the leather straps were coordinated effortlessly with Melanie sucking hard on the end of his dick. Sean didn’t know whether to cry or come; each sensation played out differently in his mind.Mistress A thrashed the straps across his bottom for the last strike; Melanie’s lips slid over Sean’s cock, around his. I didn't want todress as a girl, or at least didn't want to admit it, but I didn't wantto freeze, either. I reasoned that I wasn't doing this to be feminine, Iwas doing it to stay warm. And at least I was choosing what to wearrather than obediently putting on the ridiculous maid's outfit.I climbed back into bed and shivered. After a while I got up, collectedall the towels in the bathroom and laid them on top of the satin sheet,then crept under them. They helped, and eventually I slept.I woke in.