"Come on Johnny and don't bother with a robe. After all, you've nothing to hide."Cathy checked the bath water and found it had cooled down, she draine... some of it away and refilled the bath with hot water. She felt rather than heard Jonathan enter the bathroom, stepping into the bath she remained standing and turned to face her son."Have you seen a naked woman before?" No mother, the only girl I've seen is Rebecca." Well then let me see," Cathy lifted her breasts "these are my breasts or. "You'd like to go into trance, wouldn't you?"Penny shook her head, "yes," frantically."Do you remember staring at the numbers of the elevator on Monday, letting them bring you out of trance as they went higher?"Again, Penny shook her head, "yes." As she did so, her eyes locked onto the numbers at the top of the elevator, seeing them tick off, 9... 8 ... she felt herself starting to fall into those numbers, 7...Snap! Penny felt the thin fog that had started to descend on her mind dissipate."Stay. I thought that she just wanted to give me a massage and she hadn’t noticed her breasts were on show and so I instinctively shouted; “No! Thanks I’m fine”I was afraid she would see my enraged cock be appalled at the thought of her own son having sexual feeling for her.“Come on, honey! You deserve it” she insisted“Please, mom! I’m fine I don’t need a massage” I arguedBut she leaned towards me and said seductively “ I would make me very happy!”So I had no choice but to agree. I was hoping she. Jackson Firestone, I recently learned was not the typical ‘old parking lot attendant’ one usually finds working at an upscale building. He was the principal owner of One-London-Place, and one of the most skilled ‘dominants’ in Southwestern Ontario according to Dillon Robertson. On the Thursday before our NIS concert, I met with Mr. Firestone after Ms. Dillon informed me he was going to help with her daughter’s first multiple-male submissive event. Jackson showed me his truly amazing sex-dungeon.