I did not realize thatMistress Sara already knew this from her reading and was going to usethat one aspect to force me to depths I never knew I would ...o to, muchless willingly as she trained me to be her perfect cock sucking sissyslut. "MMM", Sara said, as she stretched her arms and legs whilebending over to give me a clear shot of her ass she knew I trulyworshipped. "Come kneel here in front of me Alana. This is your firstfull day of submission to me and I wish it to proceed perfectly. .She would also complement me on my body… She had seen me since i was like 2-3 years old… So i felt these touches were only gentle and out of love.. And had no such naughty meaning attached to it… I would masturbate often thinking about making love to her…We used to spend some time together… Our favorite time-pass was playing cards… So this one fine day she asked me to come to her place for playing cards.. It was a nice saturday afternoon… I went in my usual shorts and t-shirt.. She was looking. I'll try to be quieter." Don't even try to be quiet. Be as loud as you want. That's all part of sex ... louder means you're liking it," I said going back to work.I began sucking all around the outside then on her clit again. She was getting into this a little. Making noises. Trying to hold herself down. I went back to work, entering her with my tongue, this time much further inside."Oooh, that feels like a flat dick is inside me. Do all girls like this?" I've never known a girl who didn't. I. Greg gave me one of those classic sidelong looks of his, the look that said he didn't believe a word I spoke. But, thankfully, he let it go. I spent most of the bus ride home in silence, half-listening to Greg rant about an upcoming test. I thought of mom. My mind flashed vivid images of our past affairs, and I found myself getting turned on. Luckily, Greg was too absorbed in his rant to notice the bulge in my jeans. Everything that I'd done with my mom so far had been great..