Sirinna's sighs gradually became pants, her mind thinking of nothing but her feelings for Amanda. Gone were any thoughts of how wonderful a slave Aman...a might be, or how skilled she could become at giving pleasure. None of that mattered to her at the moment.Sirinna lay in complete submission to Amanda as the girl slid down between her legs. A low, breathy gasp escaped her lips as Amanda's tongue touched her. So many times in her life, Sirinna had been touched there, but it never felt as truly. Since I kind of had to fend for myself there, she was out and dry before I was.When I came out of the bathroom a couple of different extensions had been placed on the bondage bench that I suffered on last night. Michelle pointed at it "Face down, head that way".Next I felt some really nice warm lotion and her firm but soft hands travelling all over my body, not missing a single square inch. I never head a massage like this before. I've tried massages in hotels during my business travel. They always want to believe the worse, so the truth doesn’t really matter now, does it? Remember?I have done my homework. I will know if you lie. I will have the truth from you. all of it. I will ask?you will answer? Agreed??What could I do? I nodded said ?Yes?, dropping my gaze to my feet. She stood close in front of me, with two fingers under my chin lifted my eyes to hers. ?I would hear you say it!??Yes?I agree.? ?Good, now tell me, did you lift my panties to your nose for my scent?I was. And so themonths and then the lonely years passed and she lived her secret,double life on the threshold of dementia until John left home foruniversity and later, as a research scientist, obtained a position inAustralia and left the UK for good.And this was when, emotionally devastated, she finally had to acceptthat her beloved son was going beyond her reach and wasn’t coming homeagain – not even for his father’s funeral. The truth was a brutal blowbut being a practical woman John’s mother.