Singing along, my hand lightly lingered there, appreciating the loaded promise that the evening held.I must not have heard her call at first, but ther... it was, this time rising above the happy raucous that I was busy creating.“Ma'am, ma'am, would you mind if I asked you something? Ma-am?”I froze, feeling a little guilty about my self-indulgence. “Sure,” I said, “have you showered yet?”“No ma'am.”“Come and join me,” I said, wondering if it was such a good idea, teacher-student ethics and all.. .. perfect. But, she needed more. She needed to make her slave go beyond play. She needed to fuck his mind and bend him to ever more into submission for those long weeks and months apart ahead. She needed to leave him shocked by his submission.She popped up from the bed and walked over to her dresser and grabbed a pile of lingerie and panties and put a pile of her panties on the bed next to Gary."Good boy, Gary. Now I want you put these on for me," She reached over to the pile and pulled out a. You're still with me if you want to go to St. Louis. I'm still heading that way. I can get the meal. Don't worry about it. Really." She did so, wiping her nose on her jacket sleeve. I paid the bill, left a good tip, and we were on our way again, down Highway 50 and to the west. Jennie sat up front with me. As we drove along she told me her story. Not much different from lots of others. She was 28 years old. She had finished college, found a great job and then the recession came. Out of work. .”He’d read my mind, and that was all I needed to hear! I yanked my shorts and panties down in one motion and kicked them aside. My son stared wantonly at my neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. I backed up and sat on the end of my bed and laid down, my legs hanging off the edge. I looked at him, he was still standing there. “What are you waiting for?!” I exclaimed. It startled us both and he practically ran to my waiting muff. I watched as he pulled down his shorts and then his boxers, he was.