After parking the car, I just sat there with a mix of nervousness and excitement. While I have been to Mistresses before and even been to this dungeon... before, I am always nervous whenever I go to them. But it is a really good kind of nervousness which I can't even put into words. As I sit in my car, my mind wonders at the thoughts of how my Mistress will be dressed and what kinds of things she has in store for me. I just love the idea that I don't really know what will be coming or when it. I was unable to sleep at night thinking about boob’s and again I had many masturbation sessions imagining her like that.Next day when I woke up and came out of my room, my brother had left for college and I was not able to look where mom was. I went to her room nd heard some moans from the bathroom, I’m sure she was masturbating in the bathroom.Those moans made me horny and started masturbating near her bathroom and cummed a huge load.I thought this was a right time and was waiting for my mom. The ocean, the clean air and the buttery sunshine are intoxicating. Watching Ethan surf, capable and competent, and now being intimate with him is enough to flip my switch. "I want you," I say sweetly, and he grins that cocky smile, the one reserved just for times like this; me telling him I want more. "You're insatiable." "Would you rather I want someone else?" I ask, and he looks at me like I'm stupid. "No," he says firmly, grabs my head and kisses me. His obvious disinterest at the idea. Frank set the syringe down. “We'll talk about making you smart later. Let's answer the door before Becca does something stupid.”I giggled. “She can only do stupid things. She's a bimbo. That's what's so fun about it!”Frank rolled his eyes and grinned. I was glad he wasn't being serious and talking about intelligence. Who needed it. I was plenty sciency smart without intelligence. So what if I couldn't say those hard words. They had so many letters. Why did words need that many?I followed Frank.