“No one need know Ben.”. “ Get him out again and finish what you were doing.”“Mrs Bramwell I’m not sure I can.”“Oh we can work it out... would it be better if I sat over here and showed you the real thing.”. With that Margaret sitting down in a broken armchair pulled up her skirt and placed a leg over one arm. She was enjoying the control. Everything was going as she had planned. He had been trapped and now he was hers to play with. “Come Ben you were enjoying my photo shoot. Come. Ring..." her cell phone rang. Another client for an early fuck session.Mom picked it up."Hello"Unclear sound on the other end."How long do you wanna see me for baby?" she asked between mouthfuls.There was a pause and then I heard someone again."That's cool. When are you going to be here?"Short pause this time."Ok. I ask for a 100 for my time. I am in Vermont Square. Call me when you get to the Exposition Park."She put the phone down and looked at me, smiling."You got two clients early in the. ....outta....." My words fade from my lips as I stare at her wide eyed. My eyes travelled from her eyes to her long brown hair spilling down over her bare shoulders. They then followed the curve of her body down to her perky breasts, down her beautiful stomach, and down to the neatly trimmed patch of hair. I looked her over again and again. Her nipples were the prettiest shade of pink and were, now, fully erect and alert. "Amber, what are you doing?" I stammer at her. "I told you it was my. She personally found the sight and scent of male organs to be somewhat off-putting and didn't see why she should be the one who had to welcome it inside her most private places of feminine sensitivity and to accept her role of "taking" whatever the boy wanted to dish out.It just didn't seem fair.In Linda's mind, it seemed like she would be far happier to be making some boy or girl take what she wanted to do to them and to act in a proper respectful manner for her controlling position. In other.