Tom cleared a small area of the room to make a small dance floor for us. He took off his suit coat, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top shirt butt...n. Tom was a tall, powerfully built man. Even with my high heels, he was a couple of inches taller than me. The gray highlights around his temples made him look distinguished. I found comfort in his maturity. His success today, his judgment and knowledge all served to make me want to open up and accept him. I cannot deny it, he reminded me of my. She lowered my dress a bit to uncover my small perky tits and put a leash on me. She asked me if I want to be punished and I answered I want it badly. She slapped me again and called me a whore.She grabbed me by my hair and forced to smell her pussy. I could feel her female scents as she pushed my nose into her thongs. She slapped me again and told me to hold my hands behind my back. Then she pinched on my nipple and slapped me on my tit. She licked me on my moth and did some more pinching and. Ilooked in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroomdoor, and I was pleased with what I saw. If my hair had been longer, Iwould have looked just like a girl.About then the phone rang, and I scrambled downstairs to get it. On theother end of the phone was one of Mother's church friends saying thatthe work at the church was being postponed until the following day! Nosooner had I hung up the phone when my mother came through the door. Ihad no chance to escape her seeing me. The. Through dark pink full painter lips I now long to kiss! I am now so wholly captivated it is only after we start picking up speed again as we leave the station behind that I realise my arm is still around her. Impulse is a wonderful thing. It lets you do things without having first to weigh up the consequences. Standing probably no more than five-four in height the collar of her dark woollen coat presents itself fractionally below my chin almost hidden by the proliferation of what I would.