She squeezed her thighs together, thinking about the hard cock that rammed into her hungry hole only a few minutes before, pumping a gusher of hot com... into her cunt. Finally swinging her high heels to the concrete, she locked the car and crossed to the stoop and paused. Her fingers searched her purse for a moment and then extracted the translucent latex. Her long fingers weighed the milky contents in the yellow porch light. A tingle ran though her as she remembered his jerking cock filling the. ? Iwant you to confess how this makes you happy?Tell Mommy, how you love beingtorn and humiliated.? Tell Mommy how itmakes your cock fat and swollen to be abused mercilessly.? She took the ball gag out and I slobbered for a minute,confused and desperate, and then the last straw, ?Yes, Mommy, I?m your dirtywhore and I deserve it.? All I ask is tobe your body slut?.you?re in complete control.?I?ll do anything you command, Mommy, no matter how dirty orhumiliating.? ?That?s my dirty whore.?Now,. Solar powered everything. A freezer full of gormet meals. I even get to cook, naked under an apron, like the old days." Sold!" There really is no use my arguing with her. Outside of business, she usually gets her way, and generally I love it. Bitch mode leaves no options.The floatplane pilot let me handle the takeoff. Pilots recognise each other, even if one's license has long been lapsed. I'd owned a plane once, another sacrifice to our lifestyle. We circled the island for a while, down low to. It hurt. Terribly. But her mother said that this was the only way she could be a cheerleader in public ever again. So she suffered through it, finally getting so she would insert the plungers herself before the games.The second thing that her mother had done to Diane was to instill in her an absolute fear of any and all pleasurable, as is sexy, feelings. She had done this by spanking not only her fingers, but her clitoris when she was a little girl and had been caught by the mother.