All through that first week, I noticed she smelled like peppermint, and on Friday I got up the nerve to ask her what kind of soap she used. She said i... was an organic soap her parents got at the health food section of the supermarket. That weekend I went out and bought a bar, and when I got home I got right in the tub and rubbed it all over. I squeezed my sudsy little tits together and I liked the way they popped apart again under my hands. I did it over and over. The more I squeezed, the. I won't be long." - But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her face."Please, baby, I have to go to the bathroom." You go an awful lot, don't you, Mom?" he asked quietly.She nodded. "I can't help it." When you have to go, you have to go, right?" Oh, God! If I don't... please, Johnny." She pulled, trying to free her hand, feeling as if she was going to piss. Film-school and become the next Spielberg. My grades were good enough for the local state schools but I had to shelve my Big Apple dreams for the time being. My mother (Lisa) is the nurse manager at the city hospital and between her and Bill they make a pretty good living. Our house is a pretty nice place, A Tri-level with a basement and 4 bedrooms and 2 nice living areas. Bill was nice enough to let me stake claim to the basement area and it was my domain. I never really had to leave. I had my. I could still feel the pain of the burn under his strong hands. What the fuck was wrong with me? The pain was attenuating my pleasure. I needed to gain some control over my desires. Giving oral sex to my sixteen-year-old student on a dirty website. Walking around my neighborhood naked. Having him piss on me, and drinking his urine. Now I wanted to feel the pain that he was causing through his attempts to help. I moaned under his ministrations. My body buzzed with anticipation of the painful.