I used muscles last night that I never used like that before.Spent a bit of time in the couple of classes I shared with Mandy trying NOT to look at he... because she kept giving me these knowing looks.Worse was going home knowing full well that Mandy had Ben to herself. No, NOT jealous. Envious. Monday night showed us that the three of us worked out quite well together. I simply want to be back in the middle of that.It was that thought that colored the rest of the week. I cajoled another. He grabbed my love-handles, covered in stretch marks, along with my nipple in his right hand and muttered "m*mmy" underneath his breath before he came--intensely. #2 FemDom/Ass playI was a little weirded out by him calling me his mother at first, but I learned to embrace it. Along with many other fetishes I've developed. Our first "m*mmy" experience actually happened after the story I'm about to tell: which happened to open the door to many of my likings. It was a Tuesday night when I was over. He turned around and dumped me on the bed. "Bridget, damn it, this is a hundred dollar suit and I don't want it torn because you can't wait 2 minutes." He draped the suit coat over a handy chair, following it with his tie, shirt and undershirt.I took the opportunity to throw my underwear on top of my mangled uniform. When he sat on the edge of the bed, I waited just long enough for him to get his shoes off and pounced on him again. I scooted around and pushed him onto his back, catching him off. " Jason thought that maybe that was exactly what he wanted to do. He was terrified as much as he was embarrassed. Iris loved closer and leaned over to grasp his wrists. She almost toppled over as she leered at him. "Lemme see," she said."What? No!" he protested. He was easily stronger than she was, but she still managed to pry his hands away from his lap leaving his cock exposed. He realized later it was because he WANTED her to see. Gulping, he sat there, waiting for her reaction. She stared.