"Janice?" Yes, Paul?" Lady Janice?"She grinned. "Ooh, I like that. I may have to ask you to start calling me that all the time!"I punched her playfull... in the arm and then tried again."Lady Janice of Sterling?"Janice froze, and then after a second began her recitation:I want Paul to be more feminine. I get horny when he is more feminine. The more feminine he is, the more dominant I become.Janice remained motionless, her eyes closed."Janice?" I asked tentatively.She shook her head. "Wow, I must. Eventually she stopped,and I could hear her breathing heavily. We both were still and silent, Mother panting and me sobbing. “Stand up and put your hands on your head. And if you touch your ass, we’ll do all this again!” I stood up gingerly anddid as I was told, wincing from the pain in my ass. Mom stood and piled all the pillows from the bed up near the edge. Then she went over to a drawer and took out her strap. This was a special strap she made herself from two identical belts stitched. But she found them crude. He wrote about sex — raw sex. One story was about a woman who picked up a man on the side of the road. The other described a threesome. Neither of those was a fantasy of hers. Doesn’t anyone write about romance anymore, she wondered. But she had re-read the stories that day at work and now was rewinding them in her mind. She made believe the man by the side of the road with the disabled car was him. He had called her when his car had been disabled nearby. They were. I asked her why she wanted to stay there for little more time. The answer was obvious. But I wanted to hear from her. But she didn’t say anything. With shy of course. I exclaimed my joy of that first experience too. It was adventurous and beautiful. Even I wanted more. We both were waiting for more such opportunities. We waited for weeks. And then there came the opportunity. Sonu had to stay at our place since her parents were supposed to go out of town and we had our exams. So we both didn’t.