Second, two hours, and so on."Vonda tried to say something, but could not think of anything to say that would not get her into trouble. She finally bo...ed her head. "Yes, Master." There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"Pyx, I have a job for you." Anything, Master." Any time I'm not here, you are in charge of Vonda. If she misbehaves, you make sure her belt goes on for the appropriate length of time." Oh! I couldn't do that!" exclaimed Pyx."You mean to say that you won't obey me?" I asked."No,. A couple of years later, I stopped by a friend’s house to see if he was at home, and wanted to go out partying that night, and a similar experience happened to me again! I had just rung the doorbell, and there had been no answer. I had just turned around to leave, when his mom drove up in her brand-new Mercedes sports. Her name was Beverly, and she had obviously just got home from playing tennis, as she was still in her tennis kit. She got out of her car, showing a lot of leg in the process,. The lovemaking itself alternated between athletically fevered, to soft and gentle, and then back again. I pressed into her and she pressed back. The more of me she wanted, the more I gave her. We moved at cross-purposes and then we moved in sync. The rhythm fit the music of the sounds we made to tell each other what we felt. We felt, and we felt, and we felt. Inside my mother’s pussy, I understood a line from a song that seemed meaningless when I first heard it, “Speaking strictly for me, we. ."But I didn't say that all there was when I was inside her was her, just her, and I wanted nothing, nothing but her.She whispered, "Baby." Inside her, she hugged me. "Maybe you should try to tell me one thing at a time. I know you've held yourself back for a long time. But you don't have to do everything at once, sweetheart. You can't."We talked for several minutes, with Martha patiently holding and encouraging me. And again, Martha did most of the talking, drawing a thought, a sentence from.