That thought still held an edge of terror for me, though, however slightit might have been.Did I really WANT to be nothing more than a Roomba for my m...'am?What did that say about me that I desired more than anything else in theworld to be seen, treated, and considered as nothing more than ahousehold appliance?But there it was, and that's what I was facing.I cried a little bit as I entered Ma'am's office.She saw my tears and looked concerned and puzzled."Well, sissy? Have you made a. Melony was perfect for me. Twenty years old, five-foot-five, soft milky skin, beautiful emerald eyes, and jet black hair. She was a wild card fashion-wise. She enjoyed everything from studded leather pants and a biker vest to skin-tight party dresses and fuck-me pumps. Her ass was plump and spankable and her natural 38DDs were mouthwatering. She had a bubbly personality, sharp wit, and loved sex. Normally I wouldn't have even considered getting serious with a girl who let me fuck her the same. He was decked in a dark green dressing gown, 6'1 and a muscular build.Angie: Hows your head sweetheart? no better?Turns out Mark was off work. The pair had been out the night before celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary and Mark was soothing a sore head.Mark: A little better sweetheart..nice to see you LisaHe bent over and kissed my mum on the cheek and started staring at me.Angie: You remember little Chris don't you markWe had met briefly once before. Mark took me for an impromtu driving. We used it often, Andrea and I, Carlos. We loved it. This day we drove around the park to find a secluded area of beachfront to set up for a picnic and take a cooling swim. There were miles of back roads leading to the marina, to fishing holes, to camping areas, and just beach fronts made up of old river pebbles, rounded by the water. We stopped in a secluded spot where you could make your way down to the beach through underbrush and grasses. There was a sort of trail, unused in a while..