She wears the stockings and suspender belt that she wore the previous evening. The pencil leather skirt was discarded, her blouse and her bra too, but...Luke liked women in stockings. I am adopted, my mum is in her early forties and I am watching her take a length from the man who rules our house. Mum is just so, very very upper middle class, opera, Pimms on the lawn and polite society. But she is taking cock.Luke isn’t all phased by the peek. I’m gestured in. Diane looks devastated that her. I wiped his tear and gave him a hug. Well get through this. Okay? Youre the smartest man I know. Youll find something. I said assuringly. He picked his head up from his hands. I just really needed you to be here. Im here… Ill always be here I kissed his cheek and held his head in my bosom. I held back my tears and tried to be strong. Wed been messing around for two years then, and I couldnt imagine going to school without feeling him inside of me. I sat next to him in the couch and laid on. The best part with this place was you could come and go all day so off we head down to the seedy joint pay the very cheap cover charge and head in through the door and down to the cinema.Well completely opposite here tv screen playing porn and a couple of older guys spread around.this place was a dump. half finished plywood walls a really tattered and ripped vinyly bed in a booth and old worn out sofas that looked like they came from a goodwill store. We went into a room and sat down and. ?I want you to whorify me; I’m begging you to do it. Please make me a better slut for you,? Pet pleaded.Ahh, there is nearly nothing that drives the fundamental core of my energy like the delicious way my Pet begs me to, well, to do anything to him. There is nothing desperate or shameful about begging, not with Pet, as far as I’m concerned. Rather, it is more of a signal, a way Pet communicates that he is approaching that most malleable line. And I thrive on being the one to nudge him right.