I go get the lasagna and garlic bread and I think she is going to cry with happiness. She says, "I never knew you could cook like this, everything is ...onderful." "I picked up a few things from my friends, in college." I say. We finished our meal talking, laughing and carrying on like a couple, it was really nice. Afterward I rise to go do the dishes and promptly mom rises too."I want to help!" She asserts. Well, not being a fool I accept the offer. We proceed to the kitchen. She begins putting. All miserable but acquiescent -- accepting of his fate. The fate I had decided for him. You could just see, he had NO idea what was in store, but he knew it was going to be humiliating, and he knew that I was going to touch him -- make a plaything of him, and he was not Ok with it, but he was going to surrender himself to me anyway, because his surrender was inevitable (but he had no idea why). I got this amazing gushy warm feeling. "aww, don't be sad" I taunted him, leading him to the. Mark waited a moment for Christine to recover. He then said, “Alright, Christine. I want you to tell me how many more with the strap you want.” Christine was not quite prepared for the question. She thought about it for a long moment. Part of her wanted no more, but that part of her was overridden by the warm feeling radiating outwards from her very wet pussy. She heard herself say, “ten, please.” Mark smiled, and said, “Ten it is. Here we go.” He brought the strap back and down hard just above. Say that in Vietnam they need an industry to bring money in, and give 'em employment and like that, and they decide electronics would be a good thing for them, like it is in Japan, huh? And we, America, want to get them to go along with, uh, the American Way... you know, our kind of Democracy. So, instead of getting into a war about it, we send them a few thousand electronic experts--you know, we've got a lot of 'em out of work, now--and the Government, our Government, pays them a good salary..