..do?”“Just studying, Mom.”“And kissing,” I told the older woman. Then I leaned in planted a kiss on Pam's submissive lips. Despite her moth...r acting weird, she didn't resist, kissing me back with hungry passion. I slipped tongue into her mouth, my hand sliding up her side, nearing her breast.“We should do the interviews,” Pam's mom blurted out. “Yes, yes. You're here for a job. Interviews.”“Yes,” I said, breaking the kiss. Pam shivered, pressing against me. “Let's do that, Ms.. "Her nerves are re-joining nicely Martha just a few more seconds andI'll restore the vertebrae themselves." Oh now this was weird as whilststill holding the cat I seemed to be moving closer to my body on theground.'Don't be scared Laura I separated your consciousness from your bodyjust after the accident so that you wouldn't suffer Geoffrey has beenlooking after you and making sure that you didn't wander off, I'm justreintegrating you with your body now.'I wasn't scared, but I was wondering if. .. My piss boner was Huge. Those beers went right thru me. I climbed out of bed and headed down the hall twords the bathroom to relieve myself. My cock stood at attention gently slapping my thighs as I quietly snuck down the hallway in the dark. Sissy had left her door wide open I noticed as I went into the next doorway and took my pee. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness now. I walked out of the bathroom and paused in Sissy's open bedroom doorway. Slowly I started to pump my cock staring. ..Yes, she trained me. Yes, she punished me, sometimes whipping or spanking me until I cried. Yes, she could be cruel if it suited her. But I was never allowed one moment to think that I was unloved or unwanted as a husband and slave, and I think it was that gentleness that enslaved me the most. I'd find myself wanting to do anything, endure any punishment, suffer whatever she wished just so I could see her smile and know she was proud of her slave.All of this came under one proviso: that if I.