"Call me Mr. Harper." He said brusquely, continuing to read the words onthe screen. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harper." I whispered. His eyes locked onto mine, a...nd Ithought I would drown in their depth. I saw a fire in there that mademe even more moist. "Are those your red panties down below your desk?" He asked, as Istared at his crotch, unintentionally. All I could think about as mypussy twitched and weeped was what he would look like. How big hewould look, if he would have a big fat helmet, if he would. She took the whole process quite seriously. I remember well the one time I went along. It was a big mistake. Her rude, impatient attitude embarrassed me over and over again. The second we left the house she was in this kind of "get the hell out my way" frenzy, acting more like an addict in desperate need of a fix than anything else.As the shopping progressed, the change in my mother went slowly from night to day. With each beep of the cash register, each signature, each detour back to the car,. And it was fantastic.”Naomi smiled. “I thought you might like that.”“That was great. Very surprising. So many things about last night were so surprising.” Luke paused, then, “Should we be worried about anything with Yo and the phone call?”“No, why?”“Well, we were having sex. You were having me lay there and take it, more specifically. You were using me. And you said that you think she knew what was up.”“Yeah, well, whatever. Yo is Yo. If she suspects anything, I don’t care. I really don’t think. .that I need to scratch every so often. After the crazy stuff with mom, it's gotten a lot bigger. I don't think Al will let me do this, but really, I mean for real, I would like to do my whore act tied up or chained to the floor or something. I would be totally helpless and naked and then anyone could do anything they wanted to me. Fuck me in every hole, spit on me, piss on me, take a smelly dump on me.,make me suck dick until they ran out of dicks; anything, everything. I got fucked once, when.