“Ok, well, keep me posted….you’ll do great. You are your father’s daughter, you’re tough and I know you will handle this case brilliantly”... she said.I smiled to myself. My mom always knew how to encourage me. “Thanks mom, let me get to bed, early and long day tomorrow” I said. “Oh by the way, have you spoken to Josh?” she asked.“No, I called him earlier and we talked but he is working late tonight.” I said speaking of my brother.“I texted him, but it was no response” she said.“You know how he. You wanted to make me into a drooling, begging slut…I’m there. Please let me cum. I really will do anything you want, anything at all, only please…”She started sobbing.I stroked her head, which was not as kind as it sounds as I let my hand then trail down her back and find her ass. I rubbed my hand up and around her left ass-cheek, then jiggled the butt plug with my finger. She jerked up when I touched it.“Oh God!…Master…please…”I moved my hand away from her ass, patted her gently on the head,. Thanks for covering for me. Did you call Folly?”“He called me. We’ll talk later. Right now I have to stop by the market and pick up a few things. Can you take Timmy home?”“Actually, I have some business I have to deal with. Timmy loves to grocery shop, take him with you,” I suggested.She looked annoyed but didn’t make a scene. *** I drove by the location Doug had provided on the payphone address. The place looked older than old. It looked like an aged diner in bad need of repair. What it didn’t. By the time Brandon returned, however, the only hard thing in the room was my math homework. One day, I was alone in our dorm room and started to feel horny. I thought of watching some porn when I caught a glimpse of a pair of Brandon’s plaid cotton boxers resting on the top of his hamper. I knew he wouldn’t be back from class for another thirty minutes or so. I picked up the boxers and brought them to my face. I breathed in his musky scent and felt my cock begin to twitch in my pants..