Aroslav: That sounds a little kinky even for this story.JACK: One of the fraternities held a charity auction. I don't even remember what it was suppos...d to support. They rounded up a lot of women, though, and guys on campus bid for the opportunity to take them on a date. There were hard and fast rules about acceptable behavior on the date, and even a list of acceptable activities. For some reason, she was auctioned late in the program and I had been outbid for every woman I bid on. I was. She had never done anything like this before but the thrill was so exciting. As she turned the key in the engine, she slipped her left hand into her panties and across her bald pussy. She quickly stroked her clit. Her panties were soaked. She needed some cock..... Zoe was in a daze as she pulled the ambulance off the show ground and onto the main road. She was frantically trying to think of somewhere she could park up. As she thought all hope might be lost, she saw a sign for a view point. It. “So if it does then can I put you back on restriction?” he asked.It stopped feeling like I was talking to my son at this point. I don’t know if it was the endorphin rush as a warm tingle spread across my buttocks after each stroke of the paddle or just that the Justin I knew didn’t ask questions like this of his mother or any adult. The last few years he seldom ever spoke to me, and if he did, it was about video games that I had no interest in hearing about. If I talked to him, it was to ask. She barely knew from one day to the next how she felt about the situation, and refused to tell anyone in our hometown that I was ‘shacking up with some lesbian corruptor’ as she called my beloved Zoë. Though not to her face- my mother was a dear thing to Zoë and I think that she even liked her on a personal level, but not as a life partner to her only daughter. A daughter who was destined to marry a rich art collector who would take care of her so that she could produce many grandchildren. Zoë.