She too sensed this and gave both a harsh squeeze to break my moment. Once satisfied that I wasn't going to reach a climax that she had not authorise..., she went back to teasing it back from me. She continued her cycle pushing to the limit and then breaking it until there came a point that it was getting harder to break it. The climax was going to come if she kept to the same tactics, pushing to the brink one last time she let go and stood back. ?There you go, you're all clean again now,?. Her fingers briefly movedover her best pair of (women's) trousers, but she quickly moved on to herfavourite pencil skirt, which she removed from the wardrobe along with asmart, closely-fitted turtleneck.Janet took several deep breaths as she squeezed herself into her 'firmcontrol' pantie corselette, before sliding a pair of opaque black tightsup her legs and stepping into her chosen outfit for the day, finishingher look with a pair of low-heeled court shoes and a plain winter coat.Ellie's. Were they linked? Was she ashamed?I got home around four and was getting worried when there was still no sign of my Mother. After another hour of watching TV and worrying, I heard the car pull up followed by the sound of the front opening.“Danny, give us a hand, would you?”She was piling shopping bags in the doorway. I carried them into the kitchen and the door slammed shut as she arrived in the kitchen just after me with arms full of more carrier bags.“Hi honey, how was your day?” She said,. I realised that I was what must have been the junior butt fucker the year at Sheldon; but for my sins, I have to admit that I had enjoyed every minute of it. I do not know who coined the maxim: "fucking is a toy which never fails to please"; but he was spot on! So, here I was quitting school, pushing nineteen years of age, so what next?As you can well imagine, in view of the remote relationship I had had all my life with my guardian, Aunt Agatha, I had personally not the slightest idea of.