They were her bras that I fondled in her undies drawer. It was her naked body that I watched from the darkness of my bedroom, those lovely curves, tha... shiny wet pussy. It was her vibrator that I sometimes sucked on when I was feeling kinky.Yet through all this, Mom was just a surrogate, a sexy representative of the female of the species. She could just as well have been a plastic mannequin in a storefront window, a picture of a bra model in an advertisement in the Sunday papers, a girl walking. The doors of the building have been opened and are waiting, once the truck is in they are immediately closed to any suspicious prying eyes that may be watching! The large building looks like any other, it has a company name, one that appears to be a legitimate business, but it is only a cover that easily allows for this clandestine underground black market female slavery! Some of the local authorities and influential politicians know exactly what goes on here, but are well paid to look. Helene Tate my 5th grade elementary school teacher. 5’5” 36-24-35 hour glass figure, asian, freckles, probably vietnamese, straight black hair half way down her back, held in check by the aviator sunglasses lifted to the top of her head, wearing a sky blue sundress with a Sunflower pattern. She’s barely aged. Still fuckable. When I had my sexual awakening she was my first crush at the age of 10. “Sonny? Sonny!, you’ve grown up so tall and strong.” Psh. Too polite to mention we’re 80 lbs. As usual, she was gone in a blink. Looking at the clock it was 1330 brain time. Lunch and a nap were in order.“Barnim.”I slowly started to wake up, feeling hands shaking my shoulders. Opening my eyes, I was looking into those deep emerald eyes. I thought I saw a look of affection. I was becoming more aware of this deep inner beauty the more I was around her.“I take it they made a decision.”“Yes, they have. But before I tell you their answer, I have a question.”I held her off for a minute. I.