But then I had the grand idea: I began lurking around at that one bar I once saw her. I checked in there every Friday. Not for the whole evening, just...for one drink. And then one day, she was there. Granny was sitting at the bar. Alone. Dressed up to impress. She looked hot as hell.My knees began to tremble. But I approached her. Took the empty seat next to her. Offered her a drink. And we began a conversation. She joined in. Played the game with me. We pretended to be strangers. Flirted with. For her size did matter. Some nights we would whisper to each other between groans about the men we knew from the nudist camp. We talked about the shape and size of their cocks. She admitted some of the younger ones did make her wet and on more than one occasion caused her to sneak in a quick orgasm while showering. " I liked watching the teenagers that slipped off into the shadows,the boys already hard with want." she whispered to me that night. The thought filled me with lust. The. Anne spoke again. "You must know that whatever we say may well beoverheard. They listen. One can never be sure. Even here."She looked at him intently, wondering if she should go further. Shesighed. "And also you should know that here... that here you willnot always hear the truth. People have different motives, differentagendas, different priorities, different reasons for telling you.... whatever it is. People themselves may not always be as theyseem even." Some things cannot be said. Some. Adam looked surprised, he looked to my son who indicated that he should answer his mother's question."All you have to do is to obey me without question" Adam said "and to obey my friends here in the same way." I... I... oh God!" Jane cried."Decide mother!" Adam said sharply."What must I do?" Jane sobbed, "Tell me what I must do." Does that mean you submit to me?" he asked not quite hiding his surprise."Yes." Jane whispered in reply."In that case look at me." Adam commanded.His mother turned her.