I will see if I can get an inquiry about them. They must be worried about you.”He said, “No. I don’t want to go home. They beat me a lot, and th...y hate me. I won’t go back again.” She said, “That’s ok, dear. You can stay wherever you are comfortable.”Then she placed her arm to check his bruises. She moved his and rubbed her fingers over a bruise on his back below his neck. He made a shrill cry. She felt very compassionate about him, and tears filled up her eyes. She then pulled. I?m comfortable almost as rarely as I get to share my feelings with people. The heels are no big deal, I wear them all the time. My back aches from hunching over and my bound arms are nearly numb. My jaw aches from the giant dong (you never really get used to that) and my breasts feel like they?re on fire. But patiently, I wait. I half-heartedly stamp my feet and throw my head back, trying to be a ?good little horsey girl,? as Katherine likes to say. I try to make puppy-dog eyes at her so. Not just your dirty little cunt and your ripe tits, but your lovely teenaged ass as well.”My hands were shaking so bad it took two tries to refasten my stockings. Finally, I managed it and turned, blushing, careful not to stumble on my heels. I even tried to make it sexy, imagining what it would be like to be a model. Or a stripper. I heard her chuckle softly when I put some sway into my exposed bottom, pausing to push it out at her before completing my turn.“Very lovely. If you weren’t here to. Conserve your strength and especially your breath, Mom,” I tried to limit the damage.I wasn’t drunk or high, full of lust and irrational exuberance as I was last night. Now, in the cold light of the morning after, I was genuinely concerned at the way that Mom exerted herself, in bed and out of it as she put on a brave front and concealed the aggressive rate of the cancer’s spread. It was already terminal and every time she fucked, she lost more of her limited, already borrowed time. Then again,.