”I was getting angry. “Does Rodrigo tells you everything about my mother?”“Ci, I am Maria, his sister. He cannot stop telling me how wonderful...the American lady is. How beautiful she is and how sexy. That no one can compare to her in bed, it’s exhausting at times.”I was starting to calm down, “Crap. He’s not spreading this all over the hotel, I hope? I will kill him if he is. My mother is not a floozy or a slut. This is my mother’s first time with a man since my father died.Maria shook her head. It involves what I perceive to be ‘true love’. This is something I have been living with for nearly 4 years now and it has been a difficult struggle. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. True Story First of all, I would like to introduce myself to you. My name is Joe and I live in Michigan. I am 18 years old. My story is very tragic. It involves love. Now you might be thinking, ‘What could a 18 year old guy possibly know about love, if anything?’ Well, I have one simple. At that announcement, Mistress got up and pulled me along to the middle of the floor where we were surrounded by other Dommes, Doms and subs. I was starting to get very nervous. I was hard as a rock and scared but some kind subconscious desire to be used and controlled held me there. She told me to take off all my male clothes just as those subs around me were also removing their outerwear. She then pulled the high heels that we had bought out of her handbag and told me to put them on. I did as. Jenny looked at me. "Come here, Bethany," she said.I went to her, trance like. I was prepared to kneel by Harmony if I wastold."Go to my bedroom," she said. "Get my vibrator out of the nightstand.Bring it here."And so I went, panting heavily. I found the bedroom, and I found thenightstand, and there was a large flesh-colored dildo in the room. Ithad small bumps on the side and it was attached to a pink panty. For atoy, it had a serious look to it. I tried not to think about where itmight be.