Her pants were same - black patented leather that could barely contain her 55" hips and thunderous thighs. Finally she had knee high boots with 6" hee...s. Standing up, I could barely come up to her breasts. I felt useless, pathetic, even more than she told me I was. "Mom.." I whispered. I was still on all fours, my ass exposed to her."WHAT?" she growled. She had a paddle in her hand. I opened my mouth and "SMACK!" came the paddle down on my soft hips. "ouuuuch!" I yelped and looked up in the. Frank was glad he listened to his tailor's advice and had him make the tuxedo he was in. Something in his mind told him he was being watched. He took a glass of champagne offered him and looked about as he sipped the bubbly. Frank saw a young woman staring at him.As soon as he noticed her, her eyes fell to the floor. She had dark pinned up hair, ebony eyes, her complexion was milky white. She wore a lavish white gown that shined like silk or satin. It had lace in the right places. When she. ”Myron got up and took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Every move he made, I flowed with him, it was like dancing on a cloud. John and I had never talked about Myron and sex. I could feel his hand moving up and down on my bare back, he had a great touch. We danced two songs and went back to the table, John stood up and clapped for us, that embarrassed the heck out of me.While we were dancing John had ordered us another drink. Now I am on my forth, of the evening and my head was a little. The perspective that always accompanied the light of dawn settling on him like a massive weight; making his current predicament seem unreal and other-worldly. Like a bad dream. But here, beneath his master's sheets, wrapped in her legs, he couldn't deny that it had happened. Brad fought back a sob as the previous night replayed in his mind. He felt horrible -- frightened, vulnerable, abused, and alone. But for the most part, aside from the pain, he felt deeply ashamed. Disgusted, by how he'd.