Immediately, I felt relief. It was too tall. I could not’t get on. I realized that I was actually scared. As, I was standing naked handcuffed behind...the building, the relief turned to disappointment. I started looking around and saw some cardboard boxes against the building. I walked over and picked up a box behind my back and carried it to the pole then did the same with a second box. I placed them on each side of the pole then stepped up carefully on them so I could lower myself onto the. "Shall I break out my high-heels and stockings or a bottle of scotch?" she chuckles, leaning against the doorjamb of my study.She's not long home from work and is wearing a grey business suit, tan hosiery, black high-heels and full makeup. She crosses her ankles knowing she looks sexy as hell."Break out the scotch; I'll take you as you come," I slam down the lid on my notebook and leap up from behind my desk; my erection is tenting the front of my trousers.Nadine makes a show of running away. This went on for a few years to be honest. She would willingly dress up while we fucked and the sessions got harder including some piss fun, fisting and of course watching porn.The kind she really got off on was the amateur gang/group stuff and she would often admit she wanted other cocks etc but nothing much happened save for it being part of our sex life.Anyway one night she had an office night out (she worked for an insurance firm in Edinburgh) and they ended up going to a club in town, The. .." Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn't feel so guilty about what happened," I said, cutting her off before she began to cry again. Then, taking a deep breath, I plowed ahead. "Anyway, since he didn't spank you then, I feel it's my duty to do it now."There, I'd said it. My mother just sat there staring at me -- her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn't heard correctly.I continued. "Even though Dad's death wasn't really your fault, you feel guilty ... and the only way you can be free of that.