"Tell Me, then. Tell Me what you want, slut. I want to hear your words," I said. "I... I want your cock, Master," she groaned. I could hear the desper...tion and need in her voice. "No, tell Me what you want, slut." I repeated. "Oh God Master," she cried, "I want your cock in my cunt! I want you to fuck your slut. Fuck me, Master, please..." "That's more like it. You know how I like it when you talk dirty. I want a foul-mouthed slut." "Yes, Master." "Now fuck that dirty cunt! Fuck yourself with. I assume she's keeping you out oftrouble?" she laughed. "Your father is out of town, it's a shame, I'm surehe'd have wanted to see you. You two must be tired, and it's getting late.I've made up the guest bedroom for you," she offered. "That's very sweet of you, Mrs. Smith, but if you don't mind, Brad and Isleep in separate beds. It's only proper." But I thought..." my mother trailed off."Our relationship is very unique and we are very close, almost likesisters," Brittany explained. "It's gotten. A tear rolled down her cheek as the soft end of the obscuring fabric trailed it's way down her frail clavicle to caress the outer edge of her heaving bosom.Small centripetal circles became even tighter and every cycle brought that trailing sensuous material closer to her aching areolas with their tiny jutting pins thrusting up to meet any visitors that might relieve them. Then as suddenly as it'd begun it ended and she was left catching her breath and laughing that same shaky laugh but. I was only able to drive down to Seattle about once a month to visit her, but that seemed to perfectly fit her schedule. Somehow, in spite of everything, our relationship blossomed.Maryanne even came up to visit me at the National Park a few times that summer. She got to see the public side of things, with the campers and their boating, fishing and hiking activities. I took her around the areas that I worked for a long hike to give her a fairly explicit idea of what I did for a living ....