I took a step back and surveyed her, holding on to her hands.“Nice,” I said. “You really look nice!”“Hope the blouse looks OK,” Stephanie ...emarked.“It looks great,” I replied. Stephanie was always fashion conscious. Even when we all lived at the apartment complex, she was always talking about her latest outfit and asking me to give an opinion on something she was wearing. Her favorite question to ask was, “Does this look good on me.”I would always tell her that whatever she was showing off in. Next time, Scooby, you want something unpredictable and explosive, just call Bowser.” “Yeah, well, I think it was quite predictable ‘tho”, Scooby replied. Then he suggested: “But it’s a good idea to clean ourselves up, Buford. Why don’t we take it to the basement, the shower there is big enough for a group of people.”Bruce followed his two companions downstairs. There was big shower installed that gave easily place to 6 people. Just outside there were clothes racks and towels, so the three of. It was a fucking machine, and the dildo on the end of it could be considered nothing less than a punishment dildo. Only the very tip was a slightly soft rubber -- the rest was hard, ridged metal. The base was curved to fit a vulva, but had raised spikes. The spikes were dull, and wouldn't cut the skin, but they would beat into it with the force of the strokes of the machine, horribly bruising the slave's delicate, lower lips.The dildo was quite long. Just over ten inches, a length that the. ..!!!I then said to my Mom to sat on the bed.(Let me said one thing,neither I asked or ordered anything...I just talked with a calm voiced and then waited my Mom’s reactions...).Then my Mom sat beside me.I then said to my Mom that it would be better if she laid down on the bed.At this moment my Mom then turned her head and looked me into my eyes.My Mom didn’t said a word,my Mom just looked at me for a couple of seconds with a troubled expression.I just waited to heard something,an argument.