” She tells me. “I won’t mistress but god it feels so good.” I say as I try and stop my body from moving. “I know it does, just sit there ...and be a good girl for me.” She replies. I see our waitress walk up towards us. I think Michelle will turn it off but she doesn’t. It is almost impossible to act normal but I try as our waitress asks, “And what would you ladies like to drink?” Right when she ask for our drink order Michelle turns it up even higher if that is possible. I all but cry. I was on leave and I was making the best of my short spell of freedom. I noticed a couple walking into the pub, she was rather short and a little rough looking around the edges, and he looked hard as nails, he was dressed all in black, with a top coat on,he walked in with a don’t fuck with me attitude and I saw him carefully eyeing up and classifying everyone in the room. Our eyes met, he paused, looking at me, I returned the stare, he nodded slightly as did I and he made his way over to the. With rosy pink nipples and huge areolas, it was prefect. I was staring so much that she had to cough to get my attention.“I know they are not much to look at” she said. I immediately cut her off saying, “These are perfect mom, best pair of boobs I have ever seen. You are beautiful mom, have I ever told you that?”She blushed embarrassed by my words and looked down. “It’s ok son, I know you are saying that just to make feel good.” I knew I couldn’t change her mind, so I decided to do something. Theirlegs, arms and slender bodies curled in and out, delicately wrapping aroundeach other. They looked so perfect, comfortable and complete. The sight of theboys together felt like a never-ending foundation of layers and layers of boys,like decadent layers of moist sponge cake and double-thick cream blendingcarefully together. “When will they wake-up?” I asked impatiently with my heart doing a break-dance in my chest. “I thought I’d give you the pleasure... They are yourproperty after all”,.