We moved out of SoCal for somewhere else that nobody knew except for some really close friends. We sold the house in SoCal and was able to not only bu... a really nice house with a large plot of land where we had plenty of privacy. Kelly had become more comfortable with her body after the plastic surgery that she was sunbathing in our back yard topless wearing the smallest bottoms that could contain her cock, unless it was enlarged which I enjoyed teasing her to make that occur.Well, that chose. I was the girl any guy could ride, the girl who was 'easy', the girl any guy could go to if they wanted a quick fuck.I didn't cost anything you see. Boys didn't need to spend anything on me to get me to go all the way. I was the sure thing, the girl a boy could practice on before he went all the way with his girlfriend. But was I girlfriend material? NO FUCKING WAY! No boy ever wanted me for a permanent girlfriend and they certainly never wanted to take me to any of the school dances held. You know" Heather had never really talked much about sex and I knew she was what was called a "wall flower" when it came to dating."I heard some of it and what you are trying to say is the girl was giving the guy a blow job. It is ok to say it." I said and she looked relieved but still a little embarrassed."That's right, Mom....a blow job. Mom what is a blow job?" Heather asked and now I was the one tongue tied as I realized just how sheltered Heather was."It is a way to have sex." I finally. I did not make any noise or flinch, instead purring, ‘Thank you Mistress, may I please have another?’ ‘Not yet, whore. Follow my command,’ the sharp edge in her voice telling me to move quickly. I picked up the chair and turned towards her, staring at the object, waiting. ‘I think it would please these men if you did a little strip tease for them, wouldn’t it slave? Make it good, and you sure as hell better take your time,’ she added the last part in a harsh whisper. ‘Yes, Mistress, if it.