But pink was Brent's favorite – and no one wore a pink cotton oxford shirt like she did at that moment.If one were to look back, they could almost a...k how on earth she got away with unbuttoning three buttons without any comments from her mom or his uncle. That third open button made all the difference in the world. Her skin was perfect. Not extremely tan, but definitely not white either. There was a slight glow in the skin that comprised the area. The last time he saw her there wasn't much to. "You know what they say about chocolate," Paul grinned as I was leaving "it's a substitute for sex."I nearly stumbled at his words; my 'Lover Boy' had ribbed me with that very phrase ever since he'd learnt of my love for hot chocolate. Now here was my own son using the same words, exactly the same words!"Where on earth did you get that phrase from?" I asked looking at my son more sternly than I'd intended."From a friend online," he smiled "sorry if it offended you mum." It was just a surprise.". I was about half-waydone when the shirtless man with the body ink came back and he was byhimself.He asked me, "are you going to be here in 30 minutes?"I said, "sure." Then he left. I knew that he must have seen me lookingat him, however, I finished up and left 10 minutes later. This was thesecond time that a man had made a pass at me. The first man put hisphone number into my phone, after I said, "I do not call myself, so I donot remember my phone number." I was too scared to call him, if. Here I was, naked, bound, helpless, and alone with a Domme who could do whatever she wanted to me. I groaned with pleasure as the ribbons made me feel on display, showing my need for her to use me in any way she wanted.A blindfold was placed over my eyes and secured in position. With my vision gone, I could only use my hearing to tell me where she was and what she was doing. This made me even wetter and I could feel myself drip. Something thick, gloopy and slightly cold was smeared across my.