I agreed and said I could pick up whatever she felt like making. Nat laughed and asked me to pick up a case of some good craft beer, and she apologiz...ed and told me she had actually already let herself in and started cooking. That was cool with me, as she’s worthy of that key I gave her. I finished running around and headed for home figuring there’d be some early afternoon lovin’ as soon as I walked in the door. When I walked in my girl was there in the kitchen, barefoot and wearing a Joy. "Are you going to be okay tomorrow?"My turn to reassure her. "I'll be fine. I've got Mike here, and I'll be thinking of you and David and Jeff." Well, good. Mom, I-" Jenny hesitated. "Oh, never mind. I'll see you soon." What is it, honey?" This wasn't like Jenny at all.She laughed, and I could picture her tossing her head. "It's nothing, Mom. Just this little project getting to me, I guess. I'll see you soon, okay?" Okay," I said slowly, though I was dying to say more. But I knew Jenny--once. .. my weakness." "Oh, honey, I know it's not easy. It's not supposed to be easy. Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you're suffering excites me." I swallowed and she continued. "As a matter of fact, I'm excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again." Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more, she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. That meant I didn't. Her arms tightened around his neck as her body shook and a long, low moan escaped from deep inside her. She held on tightly, long after she came and the song was over. Slowly, she released her grip and slid off his lap. "Twenty dollars," she coldly informed him as she pulled her bra back down over her breasts. He took a hundred dollar bill from his shirt pocket and placed it on the small, round table that was bolted to the dirty floor. He stood up and walked passed her in silence. When he.