”“Well, I should be there around the 20th, and be there for three weeks. Set aside at least one day for me, I need a date with you and my best fri...nd, and I think you could use one also.”“Oh, you had better! I’m still single, although I have been kinda flirting with a couple of guys. Nothing serious, I will keep them on the back burner so there is nothing to interfere with you being home.”“Mandy, don’t do that! It’s only for three weeks, then I am coming back here for another year or so at a. I sat, and beganunpicking, letting my mind freewheel to a stop. I unpicked and turnedup, put in holding stitches and started my machine. Soon, the sound ofthe machine and the need to concentrate blotted it all out and I beganto make progress.Between garments, my mind returned to my stepmother.'Do they feel nice? Do they let you be who you want to be?' She was soperceptive, so accurate. Was this how she had caught my Dad? Had shelearned something about submissive men? She had power, insight. But. Not only would my parents see them, but maybe my job, and more. I carefully read the instructions that followed, scared of each new step that was outlined, and scared of what would happen if I didn't follow every word. The next day, I took my backpack full of clothes and toys with me to the nearby park, as instructed. It was still morning, just after my parents had left for work, and the whole day was ahead of me for what I was to do. There were directions through some of the woods to a small. I love you.’ It was the first time she had said it. My cock was going from the tip to base, deep and slow in and out of her. She dug her fingers into my back, as I sped up a little. My thrusts grew more and more hard, and I pushed in deeper. Then, her body now covered in little drops of sweat, she started to climax. Her legs went up and gripped me around my waist, her fingernails digging into me more; she was moaning loudly as I did one last deep, hard thrust and came with her. We didn’t move,.