It was a conversation from the night before. He had recorded it somehow. In it we plainly called ourselves by our real names. At that moment, I kne... we were doomed."What do the slavegirls have to say for themselves?"Now the babbling really started, as we apologized and promised to never, ever use those names again, and please let these stupid girls make it up to the Master and just give us a chance to... That was as far as we got.He put the leather to us well. Even more than the first. . I know how embarrassing this must be for you" I responded "No mom, I don't think you do..."Mom takes my hand and sits down beside me on my bed. She reveals "I used to do this all the time when I was your age. Heck, I even do it to this day. It's human nature..." Mom noticed my penis was getting larger from the thought of her masturbating. It had shrunken from the shock of her catching me, she said "I can help you out with that, you'd be done and if it wasn't for me..." I was astonished, even. As soon as I hit the sent button million things where going through my head I just wanted her to text back straight away it took her about 5 minutes to text back and when she did her message said something like am glad you like it I hope you enjoy the ones I leave you in future. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I didn’t text back as I didn’t no what to say so I fixed the bedside draw for her and left but had another smell before I left. Later that day I got a message of my auntie saying. It wasn't as involved as the doctor biz but it certainly had its own set of challenges. Good paramedics save a lot of lives and they make life a lot easier for emergency physicians and nurses.During the course of the banter, Denise asked, "How's that girl we brought in a couple of weeks ago; the one that got the shit kicked out of her by her significant other." Oh, you must mean Anita Sanchez. She's doing better than you might expect. She still looked pretty rough when she was discharged, but.