The last time she showed up she got naked in the pool with me, we did not touch each other but it is a start. So there I am naked swimming around when...his mom, Rhonda walks up, in her swim suit and sits down. "Hey Champ" Rhonda says to me as she looks around the pool deck, my swim suit laying there. Now Rhonda is not bad looking, blonde, just a little pot belly starting, big brown eyes. Not a super model but very doable. I try to act like nothing is going on as I try to figure out how to get. If I wasn't mistaken, Scott pulled a blunt fromhis pocket and lit it. He spotted us and walked over to over us a hit.Corey took another hit and so did I. I hate sucking joints that has had notelling whose mouth on it. I knew these guys so it was okay in my mind."Good party, huh?" Scott asked with his eyes blood shot as ever."Oh yeah," Corey said."Damn Matt, I would have never guess you blazed," Scott said."I do some and enjoy the high sometimes," I replied.We passed around again among us friend. He shuddered, ?Oh, God, the electric fence.? But he could still cop out. He could always rely on just his fantasies for his sexual gratification?But the car key padlocked to the collar around his neck took away those choices. He shrugged mentally. He had come this far. He wanted to be her slave. He wanted Sona to be able to do whatever she wanted to do to him. He might never get again get the chance to bloom his masochistic fantasies into the flower of real sensations and exotic. I don't want to live that way, all the rest of my life. Not yet, anyway! I'm not like my mother, or my sisters. Especially, not my sisters! They just want to catch themselves husbands, any husbands, as fast as they can, so that they can settle down and start making babies right away. They never want to do anything else but raise children and keep house their whole lives long. Babies are so very important. I've been told that all of my life, and I do believe it, really I do. I know that I'm an.