In the language of this bar I am a Dom, and I think you really want to be my sub. Do you understand me? And what that means?"There was a long pause an... Terry answered slowly. "I think I understand and I am... you asked me this earlier today!" Yes, I asked you if you would be my panty slave?" I am not sure what that means but I know that I really like you and I love spending time with you. So I guess I will say yes." Guessing is not a good response but we can work on that. You should know now. . it was hot for me...She gave me a deep passionate kiss... It was almost as if I could feel her slightly trembling... nervous to tell me about it.“What do you want to hear?”“Just start from the beginning... tell me about sneaking out of your friends room...”Her lips neared my ear, she was breathing heaving from grinding on top of me... I reached down to pull her panties aside and enter. “No...” She grabbed my hand... “Not yet... trust me...”Moaning she told me about how after everyone went to. I looked over my bed to find that my Mystery man was my Son.Damm How drunk was I? cant remember coming home and I justed let my son fuck me (which turned out to be a pretty good fuck)SHIT,SHIT.SHIT in my mind.My son looked like a scared rabbit.He said Mom I'm very sorry,i dont know what came over me please dont call the cops,I promise i will never touch you again.Please dont call the police.Please forgive me,please dont hate me.(The slut side of me was thinking hate you,hell you just gave me. Baby step back, baby step forward, shaking."Sissyuseless," Mistress Chanazene was reclining with glass and smoke. "This is what happens, if you don't learn." She laughed. "Latexsissy fought all the time. And every time, we just had to add. Something. Now she's got too much. Too bad. Roam your eyes a while, dear."He did. He couldn't help it. He had always loved Maria in her high heels, but this was extreme. He raised his gaze. Tan stockings went under the leather skirt that it wore. They.