Make your heart ratchet down before you really do have an effing heart attack.School Friday was the awful-most experience of his life. Every minute sp...nt in class, at lunch, in gym (where every guy but he strode about, proudly displaying their huge members), the bus ride home ... pure torture. Then he finally arrived, and just inside the front door, he yelled without thinking: “Mina? Mom? Are you home?”They left here ten minutes ago, asshole. You need to answer Mom’s goodbye text before she. Sensations I have never felt before, cause my knees to buckle and my Love pushes me backwards onto our bed.Her tongue working inside me is a welcome invasion, the pleasure it is creating feels so normal and natural compelling my lust filled brain to accept nothing but pleasure, allowing no thoughts other than the hedonistic bliss generated by the teamwork from Her mouth and tongue to my genitals. A team working with one goal, one intention, complete the synched objective and achieve my orgasm.. If she knew… I would have to go to the doctor although I haven’t yet visited the doctor with my Mistress, I was scared. All my life I had been scared of the doctor’s office and hospitals. People in scrubs actually freak me out; I want nothing to do with any of it.I was woken from my rest with a soft shake to my side. “Come on pet, get up, clean up and get dressed,” mistress demanded.I silently obeyed. I knew the minute I was better I would be in for the punishment of my life, the first real. Would you like that?’ You looked up from your book. You paused. ‘Ok, Daddy. Yes. Can I see the room next door here?’ ‘Of course, sweetie.’ We got up and went to the tall door and opened it. You stepped through into a lovely, airy room. As light and feminine as my room is dark and masculine. The fireplace was smaller and made of light green marble with a stuffed chair and footstool before it. There were huge bay windows with a window seat all around. Two high backed chairs flanked a small table..