That’s mind with a “D” and it is what I draw from the picture in my mind stays there so far for good as I still have the first picture in my min.... Oh what is your picture you have. Shaking my head, I said no way I am telling you anything about that picture.So besides my little whisper a little while ago, what else have you heard? Lots, but I seem to only hear sex stuff. Sex stuff? Like what I teenage boy who is getting hard asked of a teenage girl. Looking away for a second, thinking of. ..Are you Ok?” I asked him.I was concerned. I hoped he wasn’t feeling bad or uncomfortable for something that I had pushed him into.“Yeah Mom. I’m good...”He looked like he had more to say.“Buuuut...” I encouraged him along and then braced myself.“Well...” He moved around uneasy in his seat.“What is it honey?”I was waiting for my young son to tell me how wrong it was to do what I had done.“I... ....I wish that car hadn’t come up on us is all.”I sighed and smiled at my son. I have to admit, I. After checking in, I am relieved to see that my flight is scheduled to depart on time and your call confirms that you will be there to meet me. I board, take my seat and then try to read the in-flight magazine to make the journey go faster. My mind drifts once again. I remember my fingers trembling as I unzipped your short grey skirt and how good it was to slide my hand between your legs, feeling the heat and dampness of your arousal through your black lace thong. Your eyes were looking into. Its not his real name, of course,though her nickname for him is well-chosen... he's 7 feet 2 inches ofsolid muscle, with shoulders as wide as mistress' bed, and a cock aspowerful and as relentless as a jackhammer.Or... so Mistress tells me!In truth, if last night were any indication... and, indeed MOST nights,it is SHE who wore HIM out... but then Mistress is truly a wonder!She's always so nonchalant about it... making Brutus sit quietly in thecorner like some naughty little schoolboy for some.