This meant i was to stand up at attention,spread my legs apart as far as they would go, place myhands behind my back and tilt my head towards thegroun.... Master Kyle then began to inspect my clothing,runningHis hands all over my body and inspecting to makessure i was wearing all the right clothing for Him. Once the initial clothing body inspection was doneand as i was "standing in my position", Master Kylegave another tug on the chain. My clue that He wished to continue with the rest ofthe body. On I went as she desired, and a more exciting picture of furious lust never met my sight. I helped her final discharge by thrusting two fingers in her bum-hole. Never shall I forget the grip she gave my arm and fingers when she spent. It was positively painful, and showed the enormous force of passionate lust. She went off in such a fury of excitement that I thought she had fainted outright. But her pressures continued all the time. It was long before she recovered her senses, and my arm was. My imagination was working overtime as I watched my mother play with herself under her skirt or her slacks if that was what she was wearing that day. I liked it when she wore slacks. The zipper was in the front, and sometimes it would open enough so I could see Mom’s hand moving under her white cotton underwear.The following week on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her underwear halfway down her thighs. We. Dan and I took off for the utility body/bed company before eight. When we showed up without a truck to mount the bed on, I had to explain to the foreman why. He was perturbed that we would doubt their work, but showed us the completed bodies and left to call the owner.The first thing we saw was the sloppy paint job. Dan thought that the steel for the whole box was thinner than the one we had. I had my note pad and took notes. The latches and locks were not the same as the ones we had received.