Kay grinned at me as she moved away slightly saying, ‘I get mostly lookers on Sunday, but some come back to buy later. What might you be looking for...today Allen?’ Kay added as she scratched down over my chest with one sexy fingernail. ‘Well Kay I didn’t expect you to be open today, but I think I’d like to see what you have in bed room furniture actually.’ I replied. Kay smiled widely at me and said, ‘Oh goodie, I was hoping you’d want to do your bedroom next.’ With that Kay hooked her arm in. Let me describe my mom first, she has 34DD boobs and great curvy ass. She normally wears jeans and sometimes saree. Whenever she goes out people look at her boobs and ass which gives her immense satisfaction. Whenever she is at home I get a hard on which often ended in masturbation in my room. I had developed feelings for my mom from age 15 when I saw my parents fucking. Once I came from college early I opened the door as I had extra key I saw nobody in the living room so I went to my parents. But yes, I have a verbal humiliation fetish. Nothing too extreme. Basically name-calling with a touch of slut-shaming. I don't get into some of the more extreme forms of it I've seen on Fetlife where people are...dehumanized if that's a word. Women on leashes in cages and shit like that.” “Dehumanize is a word and it's the right one. It's not my thing either. And I can accept some of the words I think you like, as long as it's in the context of play and stays there. You can pull my hair and. I was grateful of the company as we sat on some of the boxes just casually chatting. Gemma asked how I was doing after recently splitting from my girlfriend. I explained how I had found her cheating on me with a friend and that it had been ongoing since we started dating. At this point I found myself getting upset. Gemma moved closer and stroked my arm in reassurance, the softness of her touch made the hairs on my neck stand on end and a stirring in my pants. I shifted uncomfortably trying to.