Said her husband had to work or he would have been there,” she said.“Okay,” I said. I did notice that he wasn’t in evidence.“John, I don’t... think your ex-wife likes me very much. But that said, I really don’t give a damn,” she said.“Hmm, maybe. You didn’t come up when she and I did talk, but I know tonight was the night where she was supposed to maybe mend fences with us. She never really said anything that was specific to that goal, but on the plus side she didn’t actually piss me off. So,. “Now that you know me,” Ashley said, “What do you think?”“You’re a very lovely young lady,” I replied.“You’re a good photographer,” Ashley replied. “I love your photos on Facebook. Do you photograph models?”“Not normally,” I replied. “I do nature stuff, but if you’re looking to be photographed, I can make an exception. Of course, we would have to find a good neutral place to meet up.”“How much would you charge?” Ashley asked.“For you, nothing,” I replied.Ashley said she couldn't let me do a. .. I shouldn't have."Get my cock rings, kneel in front of me and shut the fuck up." he ordered.I was on my knees with my hands cuffed behind me and was watching him rolling the 2 leather rings up his cock and fasten them with the little harness. The 3rd ring, the biggest one went around his balls."This will keep me erect for long...Now, you really gonna get it." he threatenedI still wasn't sure I wanted to do this. But he was already so hard by playing with my vibrating balls...and his cock. ”I wiped away my tears and nodded.“I will, Mama,” I said, “I’ll make BOTH of you so proud of me.” I gave her a big hug.A few days later we were at the bus station, where I would be taking the bus to meet my destiny.It was bittersweet saying good-bye to my mother, but as the bus pulled away I was giddy with excitement.My fantasies of being crowned Prima ballerina of the Cincinnati Ballet were rudely dashed. While my audition tape and a letter of recommendation from Ms. Renault got me into the.