I could hear her crying over a frayed cell phone connection so poor that I could hardly make out her words, but I was pulling on my boots nonetheless ...s we spoke so upset was her voice. ‘Where are you’ I asked as I was donning my coat, assuming that I was going to have to drive and pick her up, somewhere, for some reason. ‘In my car’ I managed to make out, ‘sitting in front of my house.’ ‘You’re in front of your house’ I repeated, my coat on by just a sleeve, because now I did not quite. " I looked at her dumfounded. I thought that I'd successfully hidden myfetish from her. I'd been so careful. "C'mon, let's put these on you,"she teased. I was beet red as I numblystepped into them and let her pull them up to my hips. She stroked my cockthrough the fabric, a lot like I often did. "Mmmm, I see that someonefinds this exiting. We may have to keep it like that." I wasn't sure whatshe meant by that remark, but was too embarrassed to ask. I hurriedly putthe rest of my. “This will be a good ride”, she thought and made her way to the back of the bus. She was tired. Her job took a lot out of her and then having to go to school afterwards didn’t help. All she wanted to do was sleep. She plopped into an empty seat, set her knapsack next to her, straightened her cute, black, short skirt and closed her eyes. “May I sit here?” she thought she heard right. Sleepily she opened one eye to see an older woman, about thirty-five standing there. She appeared to be a. " Oh baby, you love Golly don't you?" Her voice was low, teasing yet Ididn't realise it fully."Yeth." My lisp had got worse.She grinned triumphantly "Remember, Yes Mummy, baby, you don't want meto spank you now do you?"I looked at her, she looked so big, so strong, so powerful, Golly'swhispered words went through my mind and my penis tingled. "Yeth Mummy."The words somehow stupidly made me feel small and totally submissive,yet I wanted to say them again, "Yeth Mummy." Good girl." She was.