The shopkeeper said he could get me one cheap and asked me for £30. I was shocked but happy and paid him the money, so I was all set to move in that ...eekend.The day came and I moved my limited amount of stuff into my new flat. I was so excited I would be able to walk around my new flat in the nude, dressed as a girl, or anything else I felt like doing on the day. I unpacked my limited number of girls clothes, most of them were my mom's old clothes that I had stolen over the years when I found. ..Simon felt his chest. There were small protrusions that shouldn't bethere. She lifted the front of her uniform and realized she sported anoff white training bra. Then she realized that she knew what thetraining bra was, despite never having actually been taught what it was.Simon squeaked and bolted from the changing room.She came face to face with a blonde woman in Victorian clothing."Mom?" The woman smiled and instantly embraced her former son."Simon," she said, her voice catching a. I could not control and I told her “We will have a “SESSION” now? (that was our code for fucking sessions) and then get into work?” – as usual, she nodded and stood up.We went to my Ante-room and lavishly had a great fuck, which prolonged for 45 minutes. After the fuck, we had coffee and went back to our tables for our work (might have been by 10 AM). Her cabin is next to my cabin. She came with another coffee by 12, sat across my table & we chatted for a while.After 1PM, I went to her cabin. She moans more as his body shakes, as it is still buried deep inside her. He draws out again and begins a slow rhythm that is also cruel in its pace. Her body, still not recovered from the last round starts to respond all over again, small moans escaping around the edge of the silk.He lays the whip across her back and presses down on either side so the strands press deep. It is a different kind of pain, but she barely registers it as he continues to move inside her in a painfully slow motion..