We didn’t think we would enjoy it but she had the best orgasms, when we did it at that time. We didn’t want to miss any opportunity we could. God ... was going to miss Sally and our loving. The day before I had to go back to school we fucked together seven times. It was another marathon fuck fest. We were virtually having non-stop fucks apart from a cup of tea after every couple of times. She was hooked on cups of tea. It didn’t bother me and we were having piss breaks a lot. It broke my heart. I love the thought that I would be totally under his control if he wanted me to be, but he never needs to so he doesn’t. Does that make sense?”“Yeah, it does, I think.”“Well, Em wants to sense all of those things. She knows that I gave myself to my father when I was young. He never forced me, he only let it be known that I could learn physical love from him if I wanted it. He passed away when Em was only 3, so he never got to offer her the same education. My husband, Em’s father, was totally. But she did not look up she just listened to the flames hiss until she heard his instruction, ‘Lips.’ She tipped her head up to his, her eyes still closed, and she parted her lips a bit as she offered them to him. He took immediate possession of them, his lips burning hers with his strength, his dominance and his passion. She found herself melting into him, not physically but spiritually as his lips branded hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and she shyly met it with her own, unsure how. I had to stay quiet. Fuck! It’s Mom. She’s going to see through this flimsy disguise.Mom: (God, the clients are getting younger every day. It seems. Probably another rich banker kid. Though he seems familiar somehow. Hard to tell with the mask.)She walked towards me.Mom: Good day, Mr. Holmes.Me: Good afternoon, Miss…?Mom: Right. Let’s set some ground rules for this session and possibly future ones as well. You will speak only when I allow it.What’s with the stern tone all of a sudden? She talks.