It was around about that time I realized Mom wasn’t your average Connecticut Mom. And that was saying something because there was no shortage of ho...t Moms in Greenwich. We lived in a neighborhood of Tudor-style houses and sprawling mansions owned by hedge fund managers, property developers and Connecticut bluebloods. Many touted their own trophy wife. But Mom was different. Aside from being beautiful, she had a rebel flair and an innate sensuality about her. She was famous around town for. My hardon hardened another few degrees. Her look of fear sequed to a dull look as the tranquilizer hit her rapidly racing heart and was fired directly to her brain. I scooped my beautiful prize up and she collapsed into my arms. I put her over my shoulder and carried her to my car. My own heart was racing, too. I opened the door and placed her in the seat, and stood up to look around and make certain her capture hadn’t been observed. No one was within eyesight. I tried to recall if she had. Mistress Anna was of course naked below her unbuttoned leather coat, daring anybody to look and fantasize. slut and worm.were dressed in matching flesh-coloured latex shorts - looking naked from a distance. slut’s shorts were necessary to muffle the jangling sound of her cuntal piercings as she walked or ran along the sand; the extending dog leash attached to her collar. worm’s shorts were also practical to hide the training dog chain around his waist and cock, emerging above the waistband to. But if you screw it up early, it’s probably gone for good.”She let that resonate for a while, inhaled and exhaled deeply, then said, “I really ... I just want to have friends like you. Friends I trust. Friends in which I can believe. Friends of both sexes that are crazy about each other yet can sleep together all night and not let the sexual attraction they feel for each other screw that friendship up.”She sniffled, rolled her head onto her back, inhaled, then exhaled and looked back down at.