It was going to happen eventually anyway, but it was important to not lose too soon.Ed stepped back and admired his slave. She was certainly in a very...precarious position. He wanted to wait a few more minutes and admire his handiwork before he started in on her. Who knew, perhaps she would lose before he even started. He hoped not.Earlier:She was naked, of course. She spent most of her weekends naked. Currently she was standing with her legs spread wide and tied to rings in the floor. This. Mom was a voloptouos woman, d-cup, fat ass,long blond hair and a smile that would light up the world. my dad cheated on my mom a few yesrs earlier and she never picked up the pieces when he left. living with mom for the past few years had really solidified my status as a mommas boy. as my move out date approached, mom was visibly getting depressed. her little boy was growing up and moving out. we would watch movies together, go out for dinner and dancing, camping you name it, mom and i were. Greg smoothly jumped in. ‘Nah, look we’ll use that small one up on the second floor. You know, the old one by the stairs.’ The building they were in was pretty ancient and had been renovated several times. But there was still one old set of bathrooms that remained from the original construction. They were small. Just two stalls, or in the boys’ case, a stall and a urinal. Students used them occasionally but only if they were headed to a classroom nearby since they were kind of out of the way.. “Not very often,” Stacey said, “but sometimes I did feel it – usually against my bottom – it was quite exciting ……”“I think,” I said, “Craig was probably not sleeping – at those times. Did you ever touch it – with your hand?”“Yes,” she replied, in a whisper. “Every time I felt it get hard against my bottom, I slid my hand behind me, and felt it through his trousers.”“He wrote about that, in his diary,” I said. “But he thought you were doing it in your sleep ……”“Oh, God,” said Stacey. “I never.