"That's funny, isn't it, me feeling free after giving up my freedom to a complete stranger?"As I unbuttoned his shirt, he told me: "You will be whippe..., or spanked, or otherwise tormented for any infractions of my rules. You will be confined, bound and gagged at my whim. In short, you are as of this moment, a slave to any and all of my desires. Do you agree, Norma?"It was the first... and only time he ever used my proper name.I took a second to savor the moment, then sighed deeply and answered. “I want to kiss you, lick you suck on you. I want you to feed me. I’m so delighted that you are fucking my Nadya. I want to watch you stretch her cunt wide and pry open her asshole. I love you. I want to press you against my cheek, smell you, watch you piss, watch you fuck. I ache to suck you off, to choke on you.” I was crimson red from both shame and desire.“Yes, well give it a deep lover’s kiss then get to work on the barbeque and bring me a cold beer. Keep an eye on my beer, don’t let it. Her conclusion was that your son was someone who was happy in his own skin and felt he had no need to prove himself by any macho posturing. She told me that this made him the kind of person who could be trusted with power because he would never seek it, but he would rise to the challenge if it was thrust upon him and I agree with her.My mother looked at Rebecca with great respect and said to her,"For someone so young, you are a very perceptive person and a very shrewd judge of character and I. I slowed, then stilled my fingers, pulling them from her pussy with a wet slurp. I then began to stroke her labia and rub her clit, causing her to softly mew into my mouth. While she was thus distracted, I busied my left hand with the task of unbuttoning her blouse."Enough. Uncle. Please." She begged, pushing my hand away, thumb now no longer able to leisurely circle her engorged clitoris. Her shirt now hung open. Her lace clad breasts invitingly close. Now that I had two hands free, I set.