And so a restless night started. Dead on 6.30am the alarm went off, so Sue showered and cleaned her teeth trying to find that taste that was mistress ...ut to no avail it had gone and she was a little disappointed. Sue was down stairs and getting things laid out ready, as she had been instructed, Mistress’s plate on the table all nice and neat, cutlery laid out correctly. Sue’s on the floor at mistress’s feet. Sue reached down the frying pan and put it on the stove. She put the bacon in the pan. You turn , seeing me approach out of the shadows wearing a black guinnee tee and black jeans, your naked feeling helpless , but your not scared you know it's ok , it's the rush of putting it in another'so will. With out saying a thing I take your hands and bind them in front of you with soft nylon bindings, then I lift you onto the bench and bind your feet at the ankles and knees. Laying you gently on the hard wooden bench I step back and look at you , your breasts ,,, large , laying to your. He followed her back to the living room, standing to drink his tea, while she sat. Ed paced slowly about the small room and took in the decor and memories, many small reminders for Mrs. Thomas of her lost husband. “This house is just how I pictured it. You are just as I pictured!” She nodded but was unsure of what to say to his particular attitude. “The last words Rolly ever said to me were, ‘Take care of my wife’.”She covered her embarrassment. “Oh, that was just like him. Worrying about me. .. My dick was ready to jump head first, as-it-were, into the mucky water.“Robert, I saw the kinds of movies you like to watch.” She shot me a quick look. I guess to catch my reaction. When I didn’t give her one, she went on.“... ‘Mothers’ doing things to their ‘Sons’...” She glanced over again then back down to her coffee cup; lightly dragging her finger through the lipstick stain again. “... ‘Sons ... fucking their Mothers.” She stated as if she were disgusted; throwing a little more emphasis.