My own son is wearing my thong." She yanked my pants down, leaving me in only my thong. "Bend over my lap!" She yelled. SMACK! I felt her hand slap my...ass. It must have left a red mark. SMACK! SMACK! She hit me several more times. "You're a naughty boy. You need to be taught a lesson."Just then, I heard the main door open downstairs. "Hello?" I heard a deep voice bellow. "We're up here," my mom yelled back, as she proceeded to spank me.Moments later, a massive black man came into the room. I. Of course, she told me that no hanky-panky is allowed and she thinks of Sarah as a daughter. I may be dumb, but I'm not stoopid, so I didn't bring up the fact that if she treated me like a son and Sarah like a daughter, then how could Sarah be my girlfriend?Surprisingly, the G-men wanted the meeting to be in my 'office'. When I reminded them the size of my office, they told me to rent another, larger space in the building and that the FBI world pay the rent. I called the gee that owned the. The dragons were magnificent. Both had lustrous red scales, sinuous necks, bulging muscles about their shoulders. One was a fair bit larger than the other, the larger the obvious victor. Only some nearby trees, several torn down from their scuffle, gave clue to the dimension of what we were seeing. I gasped when I realized that only the larger was male, even the female had to be fifty feet from nose to the tip of her tail - most of that neck and body. I gasped again when I realized what was. ......as I tried to play mygame..........on my period......in front of about twenty people.It was not a good idea to do this, but, a woman could not take a breakas we've said, so why should I?I continued on, so uncomfortable, occasionally trying to find an unseenangle in the room to adjust my panties, but people were all around. Theyhad to see. Which made that steady, medium flow continue. Spurts thatwould randomly, unexpectedly shoot out. Even though my flow wasn'theavy, my panty-liner felt.