Oh god. I want her so badly, he thought. Soon, soon. Brian unlocked the door for her, and set down her bags inside on the suitcase rack. He eyed the b...d by the window, the super king size. Brian tried not to think too much harder on that bed just then, so as not to give any thoughts away to Geneveve. “I’ll see you when you get back this evening, Ms. Hadler, I work late tonight.” “Thank you for all you do for me Brian, you’re such a doll.” She gently kissed him on the cheek as he left. Well I’m. "Yes," I replied meekly."It's yes Mistress Leah," she corrected me."Yes Mistress Leah."I could feel her force the tip of the riding crop between my legs. The shaft of the crop rubbing against my shaft almost causing me to cum instantly, but Mistress Leah wouldn't have it as she soon pulled it away."Not yet slave boy," she said as she resumed stroking her pussy in front of my blindfolded face.In a moment, I could feel the shaft of the riding crop as she slid it under my nose. I could clearly. Before she could see me I ran. I never told anyone because I was embarrassed and hurt, but I could never get the image of this guy handling my Moms head they way he did. Surprisingly, I wasn't angry, but aroused. I had been masturbating for over a year but I was still a virgin. My Grandma gave me 6 dollars everyday before school for breakfast and lunch. Moms friends were all d**g addicts and worked the same block. I I badly wanted to get my dick sucked just like the truck guy. I starved. Far from helping matters, if anything, confronting him about his own affair only seemed to have intensified his obsession with getting me to admit to an affair that had never happened; and as the interrogations wore on day after day, I got to thinking that if it was already a forgone conclusion that I was sleeping around, maybe I should just go ahead and do it.It was about one o'clock one afternoon when the lead man came around telling us we were going home two hours early. At that moment, I.