We talked for another half hour during which time John detailed his submissive desires and experience with mistresses and dominatrixes. I understood ...ll too well because I loved the same things, only I had almost always been dressed as a naughty schoolgirl who was being punished. Since I was a slut, my mistress would try to fuck the lust out of me, which of course only worked for a short time. But that’s another story. John informed me that he had a play room set up and asked if I would be. After all Wendy was the sweetest girl in school. He must have landed her somehow."I think I like your blathering least. Now come to momma and show me what you got. We've been dating for almost four months, and you've never once kissed my tits."For the last minute, they were the only things I had been thinking of."Look Wendy, I don't think this is a good time. Hey, what are you doing?" Clothes ruffled, heavily at first like a coat and then something similar to plastic wrap peeled off a. Mom was so fascinated with this. She stated that she had wanted to be used by a stranger, one she could not see and he could not see her. Mom asked me if gloryholes were real and where she could go see one. I told her I would find out and let her know hoping she would forget all about it. But mom hounded me until I gave in. I found an adult bookstore with video booths and went to check it out, and there were glory holes. I told mom about this and she wanted to go and see this. She begged me to. " "Does it hurt less?" "A little, but I just like it better." "I think we'll do five and five. Beg for it." "Please give me ten on each side. Five with your hand, and five with the hairbrush. Please." Her begging had improved. "Why?" "So you'll let me come." I made her count these, too. I started with the hairbrush, and gave her five all on the right side, most on the crease. Nice, solid, hard shots. Sometimes she wouldn't be arched enough, so I'd wait. She knew what I wanted and would.