” “I want that, too, Ben.” Giddy with relief, Callie smiled and lowered her eyes, a sudden rush of emotion overwhelming her. “Good. I'm glad. ... want to know how you felt about specific aspects of what we did today. How did it feel to be called a toy, treated as an instrument of pleasure but denied any yourself?” “It made me want to submit to you even more. I didn't care about coming... I only cared about serving you. Pleasing you was all I could think about.” “You did please me, pet. Very. Perkins continued, “or even Mr. Perkins or perhaps it is Linda, my step-daughter. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”“Yes Mommy” I answered, but in reality, I was scared to death that it was any of those possibilities. “It could even be” she added, “your REAL Mother, for all you know. The point is, it is whomever I want it to be and you will continue to do your best to please Me, your Mommy!”I was still licking Mrs. Perkins yet nothing was touching me ‘down there’. But suddenly, I felt something. Just so long as you understand the rules."I blushed but asked, "Could we go in the backroom. The light is so much better in there. And people walking by cannot see us.”She agreed and when we walked to the back, I was behind her, admiring her ass as it swayed and wriggled. She walked over to the desk and, lifting up her skirt, sat on its edge and parted her legs. I wheeled a chair between her legs as she leaned back, supporting herself with one hand while her other hand went to her pussy. She. I was considering masturbating in the living room. Then I remembered that the daughter might still be home. Having just realized how close I came to really making a mess of things, the door bell rang. I jumped out of skin. I heard the daughter running for the door. I watched as she answered the door and embraced her girlfriend and then gave her a very passionate kiss. Whatever hardness I had lost by being startled with the doorbell, returned.They broke the kiss and headed hand in hand back.