And then the screen goes blank. Just goes blank. I look up and there’s Beth, standing there with the power cord. She unplugged the computer! Oh, man... I had a freaking record, and she unplugged the computer. Anything else and I could have saved or something. But she has to unplug the darned thing.’ ‘How did that make you feel, Mr. Troutman?’ Ben had to get a little clarification and he knew it. How a guy felt at the exact moment would be important at the trial. ‘How do you think I felt? I was. I know you are very much taken by my slut, believe me when I say you are far from the only one for She is that rarest of creatures a true submissive. However I think I know Her well enough to say She is not a little fond of You too.” At this he found himself blushing and smiling stupidly simply at this news. The conversation that they had was shocking and eye opening to him. Where before he did not really consider that he belonged in this world or if he did so, just what his position within it. I'd learnt never to rub myself dry anymore and instead had been taughtto pat my body dry. I had also been taught to hold the towel at the topof my body which would ensure that it was covering my modesty, which mymother and at various times my sisters had had to tell me (when theycaught me doing otherwise,) so that now I now did it as a conditionedbehavioral trait, before walking back into the bedroom to get dressedfor that day's lessons.As always mummy had put my clothes out and laid them on. My cock was oozing, rock hard as i looked at her silouette by the plate glass window...harshly back lit.....the outrageous gap between her thighs yielding to the thick lips....the slippery white nylon briefs holding them. i moved behind her and whispered i'll do that for you anytime you want it.....i took her right hand and let her feel the length of my sex. we can't do that, you know we can't she whispered as her hand began to quiver, her feeling me with no prompting. we already have i said..