An attraction that, she told me, had led to a one-time lesbian encounter with one of her girlfriends back in high school. She'd never mentioned it aga...n and in truth, I'd always suspected the story was something she'd gotten out of a Cosmo magazine or something as a recommended manner of turning on your man. But now, seeing her with her finger in our attractive neighbor's pants, I was forced to reconsider this notion."Aren't you wet, Sharon?" Laura whispered to her. "Doesn't the thought of his. It just slid in.She had told me she had done some horseback riding, so I assumed that's why her hymen was not there. I never asked. Just assumed that caused that thin covering not to be there. A hairbrush handle, fingers or just about anything else could have taken care of it too. She did tell me she used tampons. Like I said, I never asked.I wonder why that damned thing is there anyway. It is just a pain in the ass, or rather vagina. What is it supposed to do? What purpose does it serve? It. The ice in Master’s eyes told me I was going to pay for my little spurt of independence. When the evening was over and the guests had left, Master dragged me to the cellar punishment room. There I was gagged with a leather plug gag. This gag is the most hateful gag of all. It not only muffles your cries, but it also dries out your mouth. I was then tied face up on a sawhorse. Finishing, Master took a short cat of nine tails made of rubber and for the next hour and a half whipped my cock and. I began to feel warm myself at the thought of mom rolling around on the couch drunk and horny and... "Sorry mom." I said quickly then, unable to help myself, said. "Maybe I can rub your feet another time." "Ohhh careful with that Billy," Mom said smiling. "I was just remembering how much I enjoy a good foot rub." She sighed. "Well run along and have fun. I'll just stay here and..." she giggled again and with a wink said. "Have fun." It was a long night at the pool league. Every game seemed to.