I recognised that Lucy might be a submissive, but she was also a highly intelligent, scheming little bitch. She had engineered this whole situation an... had probably planned it for some time. I also recognised I had boxed myself in. I wanted my son and I knew he wanted me and the little madam, by her reasoning had made it acceptable to both of us.As I listened to them discussing me as if I wasn't present it became clear Charlie was going to make me his submissive. I felt a growing apprehension. "Former whores." Lori sharply corrected and my mom just laughed."Son, then you'd best be rid of that one first! There is nothing worse than a harlot turned respectable. A reformed anything is bad enough, but a reformed harlot is the direct wrath of the Devil. Those who have spent time giving pleasure for profit are all the more zealous when it comes to dealing out misery!" Well, I'm not reformed, or at least not yet!" Anne-Marie laughed from the kitchen as she slid out of her robe to giggle her. And then "Are you a good girl?" as I nodded my head and quietly answered yes, they both pulled the towel away. Once it was pulled away, I felt a little embarrassed sitting there naked, so I just kind pulled a leg up, and tried to cover up with my arms. and they were just rubbing and squeeziing my all over. Ben grabbed my wrist, and held it down to my side, leaned down and started sucking on my boob, kinda biting it. I looked over to Ron, and he was just staring at me, put his hand on. I didn't find out until later that she did it on purpose."Well I do," she said firmly. "After I caught Brett in bed with two college freshmen, in our own bed to boot, I met a lot of men. None of THEM were gentlemen." That sucks," I said."I wouldn't say that, exactly," she said.I looked up, confused. She had "that look" on her face again.I had named it "that look" because she used it on me every once in a while, but I didn't know what it meant. It was a look I didn't understand at all. It looked.