Mr. Evans was gone when I woke up, of course. He was probably at home, being a good husband to his wife and father to my best friend. It was Sunday. O...h. He'd be at church, I thought, stretching and looking at my alarm clock. It was just after nine. Nine oh nine and I went to my mom's bedroom to find her happily asleep. No condoms on the floor, just a couple empty wrappers. No money on the dresser either and that was a bad sign. Mr. Evans would be paying for it some other way and that meant Mom. After a few moments I have an even palepink complexion, although I look some what washed out! I then pat onsome powder from the compact to fix the foundation in place. Next Ibegin applying eye shadow, the best bit! I start with a dusty grey onmy eyelids, blending it into a pale grey, which in turn fades into asparkly white below my eyebrow. I worked hard to make them look likethe models I saw in magazines, although I was careful not to go overthe top for day wear. Once I had finished the eye. "Tell me you don't want it," he said"You know I do" Then stand up and turn around"I could smell his arousal, his cock was rock hard, I was soaking wet. I shouldn't have done it, but it was too much. I stood up, turned my back to him, and leant over the kitchen table. Ed's hands pushed my jeans and knickers down, then I felt the tip of his cock against my slit. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. But "fuck me," was what I said.There was no need for foreplay - this was urgent, desperate sex.I felt. In this directive, Katin and Sylvia are only there to serve cocks and getting regulated, punished and raped. Every time they are not doing techniques right or miss a rule as per Directive, they get immediately punished by me. My Directive gives some of the things we do already right a name. Furthermore the abusing increases more and is the punishment get executed more structured than before. My own Directive "All About Cock" turns out to be the bible for me of upcoming sexual sessions. It take.