I could feel my pussy aching for her touch by now, and I was pretty sure that she felt the same way about me. She continued to stare at me then said, ... “So, do you want to come back to my place?” “I do” I said, finishing my drink off. “Good” she said, “When do you want to leave?” “Now” I said, standing up. She agreed and we went to her car, quickly hurrying back to her place. We got to her place and walked in the door, slowly walking up the stairs to her room. We took off our. If they disapprove they can fuck off.”“I had an idea, something to kick off changing things when she comes home. Something you said triggered an idea.”“What did I say?”“I think you said you were naked all the time when you were with Mistress.”“Not all the time, but yeah, often, like sometimes a week or two at a time. So what was this thought of yours?”“When she comes home, I thought I might lock up her clothes.”“All of them?”“Well yeah, it would have to be all of them and we’d have to make sure. As much as I loved the idea of getting off in Mom's bed, in Mom's body, I did not want to cheat on Charleen – not too much anyway – nor did I want to risk injury to my parents' marriage just because Dad's dick had dried up and died.I had come home one night, two years earlier, before getting my own apartment with Charleen, to find Mom sitting at the kitchen table. It turned out that she had been crying all day. She stood up when she saw me and fell into my arms. Her babbling was incoherent, and. In this resolve she was much strengthened by her inner certainty that under the code of honour revered in the Sicilian circles of both their families, Ernesto was bound to come after her and rescue her, and to take his revenge on the men who had kidnapped her. She had been shocked by the rapes in the hotel and even more so by the rapes in the holding pens. These were quite alien to the Sicilian code; a ransom kidnap victim was never treated with disrespect and any such behaviour would normally.