"Maybe I can touch them... But that's maybe," she said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced...but nodded. "Maybe, if you're a good boy..... But we'll have to see." She looked around. "Who checks the bathrooms?" I startled, then replied, "Anybody who volunteers... I'll do it." She grinned. "Okay... I'll be the one you have to drag out, then. I'll see you in a few minutes." She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into my mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and. I don't want to be defined by any of this, or worry about how you will be damaged by something I did, or said, or what designer made my dress. I'm not cut out to be any nearer the center than the fringe, and that's where I'm happy."Now, before I cry, kiss me really good, and tell me that you want me to stay, so I won't cry myself to sleep for the next six-months, thinking it was all one-sided."Without giving me a chance to speak, she kissed me like a lover and walked out.I found out later that. I was shocked at how much I now yearned for her cock. She was right: I was her bitch. “Mm! See!” She said and started powdering her face. “Next time your virgin ass is mine.” After writing her phone number on a torn piece of a paper hand towel, she painted on her lipstick, stuffed her cock back up in her panties, and left. I gave her a little head start then followed. The guys were waiting for me at the hostesses desk, chatting and laughing with Marie. “Long time, Buddy,” Mark said, peering. I'm a senior in high school and I live at home with my Mom, my Dad, and my older brother Mark, who is in community college. Mom is a beautiful woman, stunning and stacked. A real hourglass figure to contrast my sportier, less buxom body. She made a big mistake marrying Dad, though. Daddy is all business, all work and no play. He acts as if he doesn't think much of my mom, and that's just wrong, she is the strong beautiful woman who raised us; Dad hardly even knows us. Dad is all business and.