After that daddy finished using me, I walked to the street corner to wait for the Uber.I thought I would end up fucking the Uber driver, since they al...ays do, but this time it didn't happen. He wasn't into girls like me, but he was very nice.He dropped me off in front of daddy Jake's home.It's around 9PM. Its very dimly lit. Daddy Jake's home is pretty big. I walk up and before I could ring the bell daddy opens the door.Daddy Jake: "Fuck, you look so delicious."I was wearing a very tight, micro. My son is a football player like his father and I was the popular woman every where I went. I had no clue why my son like this guy JJ. He was only 54, maybe 130, shit hair and shit eyes. He had three huge zits and a that barely grown in mustache that made him look like a creepy porn star from the 80s. I had no clue why my popular football son liked this creepy kid. As I recover and he lets go of my boob, we all work our way into the house. My son tells me his dad is to heavy to get up the. " Kevin apologized about to let go. "Get this fucking thing off me. Show me you are a real man." Lizzy barked. "But mom I am afraid it is hurting you." Kevin said anxiously. "I DON'T CARE! GET THIS SINFUL SHIT OFF ME. Or do you want me to still be your he-she father's bride?" This angered Kevin. His ripped muscles flexed as he forced the 2 corners of his mother's dress in opposite directions. Soon the cloth gave way and with a delightful tear, the dress came apart, falling off Lizzy's. I turn and I see the Dark Mistress smiling at me. It is late. We are driving across town. I look out of the car window at the rain. The airflow pushes the water across the glass in complex but predetermined patterns. Everything suddenly seems clear. It all begins to make sense. I am the passenger, the submissive. The Dark Mistress smokes a cigarette quietly as she drives us to her home. We had talked for a long time at the munch. She had turned out to be a great listener and I chatted away.