"We walked around the block to warm up for the pash-fest." Four and a half hours of pashing?" she studied the red gaps beneath the cold cream with a p...ined expression."Uh huh." Clothes stayed on?" Yep." Undies too?" They're clothes, aren't they?" I smirked."The Clinton impression cost you some credibility," she quipped. "And no coming whatsoever?" With Kevin?" I asked, knowing she would get the implication."Bullshit!" she blurted, eyes boggling. "You sent him away with blue-balls and then went. I tested my bondage, my arms and legs still secured by the metal handcuffs. My eyes began to flutter open, the bright lights in contrast to the darkness that was my room. I looked around, frightened to see that I was no longer in my apartment, but in what looked like a cell. There was a large metal door, a bright light hanging down from the ceiling, a drain in the floor and a mattress in the corner. Beside that, the room was empty. I lay curled in the center of the floor, a chill running. I started lapping over her fleshy tits like mad and sucked her huge nipples into my mouth. Breathing hard my mother squeezed her melons and I felt her warm milk squirt into my mouth."Drink mommy's milk, Simon. Suck my breasts and drink my milk."I held my tongue out and my mother squeezed her boobs again. Milk came out in no less than three squirts simultaneously, squirting over my tongue.I closed my mouth over the giant aureole and nearly sucked half my mom's tit in, which was a big enough. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts. We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We complement each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We each recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs. You are sure, strong, and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of.