Judy: Ouch it hurts badly. Suck slowly, kutta.She started to play with my hair. She started to drink again. When she completed her bottle she tapped o... my chest and said, “Kutta can you light a cigarette for me?”Me: Mom, do you smoke? (I was shocked and got up from her lap)Judy: Yeah. Sometimes with my friends.I took a cigarette. Lit it and gave to her. She kept the empty bottle on the sofa and took the cigarette from me. She started to smoke. I became horny by looking at my teacher cum mom. Canada isn’t a democracy. The Prime Ministers of Canada are all eager and absolutely loyal lapdogs of the Royals in England. And the real British people have an extremely low opinion of Canadians. And I find this really funny. The Canadian worships someone who despises him and considers him inferior. Canada isn’t a democracy, not even a parliamentary one. You see, Canada operates on a medieval system. The Lord of the Land employs Knights to keep his Vassals in line. The Vassals work the land. Her dimpled smile and warm demeanor turned me on like a highschool boy getting his first blow job.I stutter through what I desire for our hour and she is overtly excited. She remarks that this is rather different from what’s usually asked of her by clients. But not so unusual that all the necessary items couldn’t be gathered in short order. I ordered a Corona, which was vile, and a Heineken while I waited. I was about to order a Tsingtao when Portia texted me that she was ready. Her room was. The one we were in resembled a classroom, which I thought was kind of neat. It may even have been used for a classroom since I knew the club did hold some educational functions from time to time, with members giving little lessons on different aspects of BDSM. Everything from knot tying, to asphyxia, to stretching, and who knows what else. Anything that can be imagined really. The only lesson we’d ever attended had been a mandatory one, First aid and Adult CPR, taught by one of the members who.