Once she was all washed she took the sponge from me and spun me around. It was my turn to be soaped up. Mom mimicked my actions and started washing my... back. I jumped a little as her small hands explored my ass crack but it was tingling too. She rested her tits on my back as she tried to reach around and wash my cock and balls. She was having trouble so I turned around to face her. Lowering herself to her knees she soaped along the length of my shaft which was semi-hard again and soaped each. She was placed upon life's treadmill: forever struggling tomake ends meet; forever struggling to find her way in the world. Ever-seeking her true path, never finding it. Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress;. Well, I told Old Charley that his story was making my cock hard and he had better stop telling it.” I was mesmerized by Verne’s fuck tool as it swelled and thickened and got up to it’s full size as that afternoon in the vast wild of uninhabited New Mexico was being relived in the carnal part of his memory. Maybe, I thought, if I wait some more for the rest of the story it will make this a cock to service that would live on in my memory also. “Well,” Verne went on, “Rather than stop telling me. But I never had a moment’s doubt, not after the weekend we spent together. Something about taking care of that woman and having her take care of and discipline me caused me to cross over into love for her and submission to her will. During the move-in phase, Alicia asked me, ‘Phillip, will you miss your apartment?’ ‘No, mistress. I’m right where I want to be. I know what I’m doing.’ Of course, there were financial arrangements to be worked out. I would pay half the rent on the condo, and half.