She handed me back the phone.“Was that an explanation, my sweetness?”“It was an explanation, my Dave...”“I’m still ‘your Dave’?”“F...rever my Dave,” Carlita said. “And you have rescued again. You are bringing her home?”“I think you’re the very best one to find out how we can help her, my Carlita,” I said. “I can’t talk to her. She’s tired and skinny and dirty and...”Softly. “I know ... how she is feeling. Of course we will try to help. Let me talk to her again.”More rapid-fire Spanish, but. When he gazed into her electric blue eyes it helped him to stop thinking about the dance steps, but it forced him to pay closer attention to his Mom’s facial expressions. He had never done that in the past and it had its pros and cons.Donnie had never noted the fullness of her pale lips or the sparkle in her eyes when she smiled. He had never really noticed just how beautiful his Mom is or how fantastic she had kept her figure. Up until now she was just Mom; not this gorgeous sexy blonde he was. As I stepped back into the living room, after shutting the door, he reached out grabbed the chain and forced me to the floor. On my hands and knees he instructed me to undress him. This had not been mentioned in our messages but I had been hoping this would play out just like this.I fumbled with his belt, then his pants. His pulling on the chain and telling me to hurry was making me more excited and nervous. The feeling is the best, almost like an orgasm but this lasts so much longer.Finally I . They weren't designed for Ali, or for any man, the little rear strap going deep and the tiny triangle of cloth in front not able to contain his growing manhood. Ali was raging hard for Carmen by the time he got himself situated, he obviously very excited to either be wearing Carmen panties, or possibly to be under Carmen temporary control. Seizing the moment, (how often does one get an opportunity like this?), Carmen told him he was officially wearing the black panties of submission, and Carmen.