She'd enjoyed jasmine's attentions before, and knew all-too-well howwell the sissy had been trained in the art of fellatio.In fact bernice was one of ...he sissies that had been used to teachjasmine the skill of deep-throating. It took many a brutal sessionwearing ring-gags before jasmine finally learned to suppress her gagreflex sufficiently to allow a cock past it and actually down into herthroat. Not every client would want this service (nor be capable ofavailing themselves of it), but those. Around mid morning today, I got myself motivated enough to go to the pool. I was wearing my ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos (there are lots of pics of me wearing them on my blog and Twitter account).As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, when I go for a swim at the local pool, I usually jump out of the pool, wrap a towel around my waist, throw on a t-shirt and drive home.When I got home from the pool, I thought I’d wash the chlorine off of me by jumping in the ocean, so I dropped my towel, walked out. From what I had learned over the years, she had always been like this. It was her way or there was hell to pay. Dad was more like me. I get the impression that he wanted more from life but like me, he was too timid to pursue it. Once he ended up married to mum, he just let go of his dreams. She was a dominant woman and he was too much of a pacifist to say no to her. She was my mum and I love her but we really didn’t get along.Dad came to talk to me after dinner. I was sitting outside in a place. “Please, miss, you forget… your name?”“We had to consider that.”There was something so hypnotic about her voice. “Definitely still Ruby, even if we are not the same. What do you think?”I tried not to show another muted climax, my ass rubbing against the leather seat as I ground against the cocks, waiting for her to leave; the strain spilled out into my voice. And again, I noticed her breasts, the curves barely hidden by the sundress. It seemed to almost fall off of her, as though she was.