But to really do that with an actual boy? No way!”She shook her head, then took a drink.“So, there was this guy I was dating... call him Whats-his...-name. We’d been going out for probably three months. I wasn’t a total prude. I mean, I let him touch my boobs. I even let him finger me a couple of times. But whenever it came time to go further, I’d tell him I wasn’t ready and stop everything. He took it okay for a little while, but then he started to get really whiney about it.”“You did give him. He has the right, theoretically at least, to take my life.Even though he can’t see me from the other room, I try my best not to move a muscle, to meet his impossible standards of obedience that are, in fact, devised to insure that I’ll fail. It’s precisely this irrational cruelty that I find so sexually stimulating. I will be given an order. I will fail. I will be disciplined. It is, in microcosm, the old religious formula first articulated in Eden. And it is, in slightly altered form, the. "Do you want to get off before we start, like last time, to help you stay in control?" Uh, yeah, that probably would be a good idea." Okay. Since we're talking about preparing you for Patty again, it's probably something that we should make part of the lesson. I, uh, could help you with that more directly this time if you like. So you'll know what to expect and how to coach Patty."Bobby's eyes widened and his cock throbbed. "That'd be great, Mom." Why don't we sit up first? When we practiced. Take that big cock. Tell me how much you like it.”“Yeah, fuck me. Fuck my ass. I love your cock you in my ass. You can fuck me any which way. Do whatever you want, just don’t take that cock out of my ass.”“What if I do this,” he said, as he pulled his cock all the way out, then rammed back into me.“Fuck, yes. Use that ass! Fuck it good.”“That’s a good little whore. You’re just a truck stop whore, aren’t ya, boy.”“Yes, sir. I’m a truck stop whore. I love trucker cock in my ass. Fuck me! Fuck my.