"Well, then we have something after all. And then we will have to shopfor a few things for you." Mom, the most important would be some shoes. I can ge...t by for a fewdays with the pants, if I change as soon as I come home." That meant,that I could wear a neat dress at home, too. I didn't want it to bespirited away in short order. Perhaps some tights, too,...but I couldn'treally say that to Mom. Or maybe I could? Wait and see."Good, then let's go to the kitchen. I'm hungry." I brought something. And my nipples were so hard that I swear I could feel every breath of air that crossed my body.Then he pushed into me. He felt so big I wondered if I could take it. There are fewer better things than the feel of a dick sliding into you, and this one felt better than a lot of the ones I'd had since I'd started."You are so tight," he said when he finally got it all of the way in.I would have said something, but I was breathless.]He was holding himself above me on arms that were like stout. I bought them anyway and rushed home When I came home the phone rang."What the fuck are you doing." He asked."What do you mea..." I stumbled."The fucking curtains bitch, get rid of them, throw them away you won't be needing them" he yelled.Before I realized what he meant he threw in the phone. I rushed to the windows and one by one I got them down and threw them away. I was surprised by my obedience but his loud voice had really scared me.I went into the bathroom to put on the clothes I had. .. "Well are you going to change?" you whisper, a cheeky simile on your lips. “Change?” I ask… “Shhh!” you put your finger on my lips, and smile… “Into something more comfortable…” as you unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, running your hand up over my stomach to my neck, and then undoing my shirt buttons, expertly, one-handed as you kiss me gently on the throat, pushing the shirt back from my shoulders, kissing across my chest, and down over my stomach… fingers tracing my sides and hooking.