Kara went to her closet to find the low-cut jeans George had liked.She found what she was looking for and took them off the hanger. They looked to be ...rdinary jeans. They were made of moderately faded denim, had slightly flared legs, a zip up front and a snap at the waistband. Kara sat on a nearby chair and without putting on panties or hose struggled to pull the jeans over her sculpted calves and thighs. With the jeans snuggly embracing her legs she took a deep breath, then forced the air out. Jessica helped her to her feet and then looked around the room. “Everyone, meet Jane,” she said.* * *It was much later that day before Jessica explained how all this had come to pass. She had recently had some financial reversals and had been looking around for new sources of income. Marie had stumbled across a web site where people advertised for unusual arrangements; there she’d seen a posting from a woman whose fantasy was to be enslaved by a strong mistress.Following up, Jessica and Marie. We found a nice little Japaneese steak house less than a block from the hotel so we were able to walk to the resturaunt. My mother was never much of a drinker but I assured her that we had no responsabilities for the week end and I told her to enjoy herself. Needless to say she ordered a bottle of white wine. The two of us continued laughing and catching up and ended up closing the steak house down around 11 o'clock. After the steak house my mom and I walked back to the hotel where she opened. Whether it was in pleasure or protest, I couldn’t be certain. He translated it how he wanted and bit my shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from me.A quick maneuver from him had me pressing my chest against the wall, my legs spread, and both hands pinned to the wall in one of his. He pressed himself against my ass, grinding into me. “I know you’re enjoying yourself, why are you still fighting me? Not once have you said ‘no’ to me.”I squirmed harder, biting my lip to hide my smile. He seemed to.