I am nearly in tears and finally my Master curls his index finger indicating that I am to approach him. “Please, please don’t leave me again, Mas...er!” He simply smiles. “We are going for a ride in the elevator now,” he tells me. I recall that it is totally encased in glass, and that I am not wearing panties. I cringe. We step inside on the first floor. We move to the back and several people enter. Men have been staring all day and the women have been giving me dirty looks all day. Can't be avoided. But the other can be and will be. Not another word about it." Billy knew there was no arguing. Besides, his father was right. Billy did not want to shame himself any more than was absolutely necessary. After all, everyone would be there watching. He wanted to die with as much dignity as possible. And if that meant suffering the present indignities of Miss Mclane's ministrations then so be it. At least she went about her business so efficiently that he hardly felt she even saw. As we walked the mile to the car she had me try talking as awoman although as she spoke French and I didn't I was notexpecting to have to say much. By the time we reached the carI had sort of perfected a husky quiet female voice.The puddle that had drowned the engine had subsided but was stillthere. I opened the car thinking to try the engine before Istarted under the bonnet and amazingly it started first flick.We got into the car and I turned round and slowly retraced thepath to the main. Or the slave...but in the end my son will have me...like he will every night.His wet finger is on my clit and I'm starting to get lost in the wash of feelings that come over me when he does that thing: slow circles over the button and tender strokes over the soft puffy lips. A thousand kisses and a thousand bouquets of 'I love you' melt me...and wet me. I surrender to the garland of his love and the hardness that's in my hand. I stroke him impossibly upright into the staff that will soon reach.