They needed me to take control, to decide things for them. It was the very basis of our relationships. Mom, with her collar on, was putting herself in...to that same position. More than that, she wanted things she probably hadn’t had in months.D/s isn’t about sex, not really, but it always seemed to end up there. With Katrina and Cassandra, it certainly did. Was that going to be the case with Mom?If sex was the goal, was the garage the right place for it? My toes were cold as it was. I couldn’t. ”“Ok, Ken, I fully understand. What about when they call I ask a few questions before the fitting date is set up? Tell me what you want to know.” “First, age, marital status, size, type of under ware, lingerie they wear now and what, if anything they would like to try, and lastly the tricky one. How can we ask them what turns them on or what they would like to try? Here’s a good answer. Why don’t you say that as this is a new service, you are going to produce a very limited and. He saw her open her mouth and quickly pulled her down and kissed her, she screamed her release into his mouth, for just a second he had visions of Hank charging into the room dagger and all. Then lost himself in his own release, moaning into her mouth as his shaft pumped his seed deep inside her. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Natalie breasts heaving from her fast breathing, licked her dry lips then lay down on Rav's chest, she could hear his heart beating rapidly and feel his own harsh. " Come on, we'd better get going," I said, buttoning up my shirt.We went downstairs and out into the warm New York night. It was a exhilarating feeling to be high on the pills outside in the street. Our hotel was on 8th avenue and 48th street. It was very noisy with car horns blaring and police sirens wailing, and people of all nationalities thronging the sidewalks. The smell of pizza drifted on the air. I couldn't believe the action considering it was around midnight. There were yellow cabs.