When she settled back, I sat down next to her and removed my boots and socks. “No music?” Megan asked when I was done and settled back. “Sure, a...ything in particular you’d like to hear?” I asked her getting up again.She was looking pensive at me when she asked “Are you really this polite or are you a sub?”“A sub?” I said smiling “sometimes, Maria and I switch, it depends on our mood although lately we role play more than do bondage.”“But to answer your question, I am this polite to all my. A young woman sales assistant had also seen me and came marching over.“Madam,” the young woman said, “you shouldn’t get your children to try on the clothes out here; we have changing rooms for that.”“They’re all full.” Mum said without even looking round.“You should join the queue and wait.”“Haven’t got all day.” Mum replied.This time mum turned round, gave the young woman a look that could kill, and passed me another skirt. I unfastened it and stepped into it only to find that I couldn’t. "Well, I understand how you feel, better than you might imagine," she told me. "You see, I have those same feelings, too."I looked at her in shock! "What do you mean?" I mean that I get turned on by pain, by humiliation," she told me. "When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as smart as you, and I made all the mistakes that you are worried about making. If your father hadn't rescued me, I probably would have ended up in a really bad way. But because I've lived through it, I understand exactly how. Her hands hitch up her long dress skirt and pull her knickers down her shapely legs and they fall on the grass as she steps out of them. “ happy now” she asks “Oh yes thank you”. She wanders back to the flowers leaving her panties on the grass. As she walks away she lifts her skirt flashing her fuckable arse in my direction turning her head and winking at me my cock is instantly hard. I hear a car on the gravel drive as the painter turns up and the side gate rattles as he returns to work.