”“Yeah. I’m getting into having her wait on me and service me and do what I say, but we really haven’t approached anything painful or degradin.... What’s going on over at your place?”“I understand. I guess it’s something we have to take slowly. Most of the time….” She let that last part hang; smiling at me as Cindy came bounding down the stairs, her tits bouncing wildly under the shirt and her nipples poking out strongly.We followed Emily over to her house and inside. She led us down to the. He pushed little half of the head part went in. after that my ass so tight that it coudnt go inside further. He applied some oil in my ass and tried. I cried loudly and asked him to stop. He removed his cock . he asked me to spread my legs wider. I said no. he said don worry di, this time it wont hurt. I nodded and spreaded my legs as much I could.He slowly inserted his cock. It was hurting badly and I was screaming. With one push he fully inserted his cock. Then he said now its alright you can. As we pulled up to the front of the restaurant, a doorman approached and opened my door. I tried my best but I blushed as I knew that this man did get to glimpse under the hem of my short skirt as I turned to exit the back seat of the cab. I took a few steps toward the door and stopped, waiting for Mark to pay the cab fare and join me. He was quickly beside me, guiding me with his hand on my upper arm, again the slight pressure, toward the door and the social nightmare that kept going through. I know it is hard for you to think of me replacing your mother and I don’t want you to think of me in that way. It is not my intention to remove the memories of your dear mother.”“I understand, Margie. But I miss her.”“Of course you do. There is always a special bonding between mothers and sons. Randy, under normal circumstances your role would change into a stepson if I marry your father. However, because of his necessary travels your role would have to be more like a husband’s. Did your.