Now that he was gone I was having a hard time paying the rent and keeping up with all the bills on my salary. I found out a few weeks later that Rober... had charged a bunch of things on my credit cards. I was instantly in debt. The owner of the dinner had told me that late Friday and Saturday nights was a good time to make money at the dinner. He said that the last girl he had, easily made anywhere from $75 to $100 bucks in tips each night. I figured if I could make an extra five or six hundred. She kept pushing back against me and as I softened andstarted to slip out she pushed me back in and held methere with her hand as she kept flicking my balls withher fingers to get me hard again.When she was satisfied she told me to lie on my backas it would be easier that way for Sarah to takecontrol in that position.As soon as I was on my back Sarah crouched over me andtook hold of my cock and rubbed my hard tip across herpussy lips, she lowered herself slowly down until shewas comfortable and. I thought you would understand that by now," I waved my phone under her nose; the blackmailing email addressed to father on the screen.Mother gulped and nodded. Her haughty demeanour was replaced with a look of defeat.I placed a hand on her leg and smoothed it along her warm sheer-stockinged thigh.I leaned into her and whispered in her ear."Are you wearing them?"She looked at me confused."The Pant-E-Hose. Are you wearing them?" I said for clarification.Mother looked down at her feet and nodded. Slight dilemma. I couldn't step up the stairs in the normal way, so I hadto sit on the second one, put my feet on the first and push myself up to siton the third. Somewhat slow and definitely undignified. Eventually I got tothe top and shuffled my way to the room where the Mistress was waiting. Shelooked at her watch. "Not very good. The rule is 1 hour for each 10 seconds. Perhaps you wouldhave moved faster if you had known". In the room was a cage held off the groundby a strong chain. There.