I tried to draw back so she wouldn'tnotice, but she moved right with me. She put her hand over mine andsqueezed it. "That's better. It feels really go...od to be lying close toyou, honey." "Yeah, Mom, it feels good to me too." She sort of laughed and said, "I could tell that." After a few moments ofsilence, while my cock was twitching uncontrollably in the crack of hernightie-covered ass, she said softly, "It's sort of flattering that myteen-aged son could be aroused by his old fat mother.". You?re competitive, you like to win: your friend Sarah said as much. You?re also an intelligent young woman, and I?m sure if you think things through you?ll realise that there?s only one way for you to win in this situation: by embracing it, by becoming the best slave you can, by taking everything I can dish out, and coming begging for more. I?ll not lie to you ? I?m planning on being unreasonable, cruel, of using you in whatever manner best pleases me at the time. You?re to be hurt,. Returning to the garage I hit the button and opened the door. Then I backed the car out and rolled our old ping-pong table out to the center of the floor. Mark and I used to play for hours on end but hadn't used it in about a year. After opening it up I dusted it off then started digging through cupboards looking for the net, balls and paddles. Eventually I had it all set up. I closed the garage and was just heading back into the house when I heard a car pull up. Our guests were arriving. It. “What are six White guys doing in this neighborhood?”“I don’t know. You know that someone is going to bust them up and chase them out of here.”“There’s two news trucks pulling up.”“That’s real weird.”“There’s Reverend Hill. Do you recognize the Black kid with him?”“I’ve never seen him before.”“Me neither. Go door to door and tell everyone in the building to get their cell phones out and record what’s going on down there. Something is fishy.”Martin got out his cell phone and started recording.