I wanted to know what kind of panties she had on. I put my mouth to mom's ear and used my tongue a little. She loves when I do that. Oh Jimmy, she sai.... I whispered between licking her ear as my hand began to lightly move over her tits. Mom I would really like to lower my head to your lap so I can taste your skin above your stockings. But honey I am driving. I know mom, I would like to drive a little also. Drive you crazy that is. I laid down on the seat and put my head on mom's knee. She was. One man, standing behind her and reaching under her arms, was roughly grabbing her tits and lifting her up. Two others, standing alongside her with their hands on her shoulders, would then press down firmly, forcing her back down.At first it was torture, but she quickly got over the pain and humiliation and her juices began flowing. Or maybe it was the pain and humiliation that caused her juices to flow. Mousey knew that she was different that way. Actually, she was different in many ways,. As to why, who knows? Why do I prefer to dominate rather than be dominated? Oh, I'm sure there must be some event or events, some atmosphere while growing up that has caused us to be like we are, but what does it matter? You wish to be dominated while I enjoy dominating. Stop questioning and accept it. Yes, you're a whore. You'll do virtually anything to feel the whip, the debasement and a huge rod inside you, including deflowering a fifteen year old." Catherine grimaced. "You'll even lie to. It was just a case of which was more convenient, but I drove to a place where it would be easy to pick up the three carcasses. We all piled out of the truck and climbed into the bed. Jo stood guard with her shotgun while Jed and I put down the ramp.That sure was easier to do with two men to work on it. Also, I had taken the truck to a friend of mine on Wednesday, and he added an extension cable to the winch control box so that I could control it while standing on the ground at the ramp. I sent.