Us.”“What about us?”“Well ... you said a doctor and patient aren’t supposed to become ... well, you know.”“Uh-huh.”“And ... Well ......I said it could be a complication ... Like this isn’t all we were going to do.”She raised an eyebrow. “Did you think I’d only want you for today?”I shrugged. Part of me had thought exactly that, but that tiny voice was quickly overridden by another part of me wanting things to continue. There was, of course, the part of me that thought it would be a bad idea. We. You are going to school this morning.”“God, mom.” She stopped hacking.“I can see treating you three like small adults,” I grinned at tiny Beck, “was a mistake of the first water. Ah well, time for a change.” I said. “Your father and I had an arrangement ... he had his freedom and I had mine. The arrangement was normal in the Sixties and our vows reflected that. Obey and forsaking all others was left out. He’s not here and I’m in charge now.”With a sneer, David said, “You gonna rip our arms off. . yes miss?Mistress smiles saying? ?isn’t it amazing how many bondage sluts we meet? It makes you look at every woman in the super market differently doesn’t it?T had never REALLY thought about that before but now when I see another woman I DO wonder?. At night does SHE like to be chained and locked, helpless, struggling, BEGGING to be used??Mistress says:? are you watching yourself, t?god, so fucking coolI’ve been like that in bedwrists upback archedbeing eaten out ? While she continues to. ." She couldn't even complete her sentence. She just didn't realize how horny and lusty her gash was. She spread her loins wide, heels out on the bathroom tile, and finger fucked herself severely. In and out sloshed her long digit, always rubbing against her clit, always making sure to keep the lips spread, the juice flowing. "I like a good rub," she moaned aloud, "Oh, boy oh boy do I ever like a good rub?" She finally pulled her fingers out of her twat and reminded herself that she had better.