"Mom? Would you unzip me?"Giggling, she said, "I guess you haven't had much practice getting in andout of a dress." With that she turned me around and...unzipped my dress. "Besure you hang this up. You've only worn it for a few hours and it's stillclean."So, I stepped out of the dress then hung it in my closet. It looked veryout of place with all my jeans and shirts. When I walked into my bathroom,still wearing my slip and other lingerie, I got another shock. Looking atmy self in the mirror was. But the invitation couldn’t go without an answer, and she couldn’t resist seeing what was behind that door. Every part of her body was tense, she could feel her nipples scream to attention beneath her vest as she took her first tentative steps down the hallway. She stood in the open doorway and allowed herself to peer inside. It was a bedroom, the centre piece of the room was an imposing king-sized bed with a canopy. The room was dim, but a soft lamp on the bedside table cast a muted light.. Now pull on it. I bet you remember how fast I like it.I hoped the darkness hid my red face. He liked to start slow.“Andrew, don’t you care about me?” My hand moved on its own. He closed his eyes and sighed happily when I finally succumbed to his wicked ambition. “Sure I do, Mom. See it from my point of view. You never really fight about it. You complain and fuss but your hand won’t stop. Ghhh, ummm. I love how you milk it.“Sure, those old pornos were crap stories, all wrong about women, but. " Steve's heart began to race as he struggled even harder with the straps. Steve asked what the man wanted to which we would get no reply. He heard footsteps come at him as a hard slap came across his face. The man said, "You only speak when spoken to." Steve wasn't sure what to think. He was still drunk from the night before, and thought it might be a ruse put on by his friends. The man stood up and slowly walked to the bedside and lit a candle. The light was dim enough to see around the bed..