..Weekends were an entirely different scenario and I found a patternof spending Saturdays with Miss Karla and Sundays with mywife/Mistress. Perhaps th...s was all part of the plan as Sunday's weremuch easier both physically and mentally, especially compared to thedemands of Saturday. I came to look forward to Sunday's with greatanticipation and my desire to be with Lynne on Sunday strengthened mylove for her. Although I was treated as a sissy slave every day andthe intensity of daily assignments. "You'll have to pee sitting down now girly man," she said as she reachedin the pocket of her robe and removed a small padlock which quicklysnapped on the device securing it in place."What the hell are you doing?" That's to make sure you don't cheat and try to masturbate." Shit, where's the key?" I'll keep the key and when I'm ready I'll unlock it when I want to fuckyou. Please go along with me on this honey. I think you'll like it."I had misgivings about giving her so much control over me but. “Mom,” I said reassuringly, “are you alright?” I asked.“Yes… yes… are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat.” She got up off the couch.I held her hand and pulled her back. Mom had her head down and turned away. I lifted her chin, and looked into her puffy, watery eyes.“Have you been crying, mom?” I asked her.“No… it’s just…”Mom couldn’t hold it in any longer and she fell on me, crying. “I’m sick and tired of your father being with that bitch Reema.” She sobbed vocally. “What did I do to. She was still dressed in her red satin blouse and black knee skirt from her job, and my hands ruthlessly cupped her tight ass and ground her crotch into mine. Her hands pulled at my butt and back as we tried to devour each other’s tongues. Soon zippers and buttons were being undone in haste, just enough to loosen our clothes to let our eagerly exploring hands reach the destination they so eagerly desired. Her hands found my cock and stroked it through my briefs, while I had pulled her skirt.