“Before I go any further” Mrs. Perkins said, “Let’s recap what it is that you know and understand.”“Yes Mommy” I panted out, “I unders...and that you are my Mommy, that I am to do anything and everything that you say, that I am to always remain hard, unless you give me express permission to cum, and that my pleasure is second to yours and anyone else’s.”Good Boy” she praised, “Now do you want more of this inside of you?”“Yes Mommy” I replied, without any hesitation.Mrs. Perkins leaned in a little. We are divorced, a year ago already. She was not at all sad which sounded very weird to me.“Oh, I am sorry to hear that”. It just spilled out of my lips.“Please don’t be. He was such an ass hole bastard”. She laughed out loud and I could not resist joining her. She reached out and held my arm. “You look so grown up, great and still cute”. She chuckled. No doubt, she was flirting with me. We smiled sensing a mutual interest. We sat down in the gazebo and kept talking for long time, mostly the. She simply allowed herself to be held, awaiting her Master's next command. Okay, I thought, I'd had just about enough of the play-acting! I wanted to share this with her, somehow. I wanted to talk to her, and ask her opinion, and seek her guidance... And yet, above all else, I realized that I would have to make this sacrifice. I was certainly not a born leader, and yet I was firmly in the roll of leader in this play I was living."Brenda?" Yes, Freddy?" Her voice sounded small, meek,. She was the only waitress on duty between the hours of eight in the morning and about eleven-thirty. Another woman came in to help with the lunch rush, and stayed after Jill left, at four.What ruined her Wednesday happened at ten-thirty, when Mark, her ex-husband, sashayed into the diner with Nancy Vickers on his arm. Jill hadn’t seen Nancy since that night in the alley, when Nancy’s pale breasts, and Mark’s face pressed against them, had started their divorce. That had been four months ago. It.