”I asked one last question, “When I’m done can I fuck your ass?”Mom smiled and said, “Yes honey, when you finish, before you start, when I�...�m doing the dishes, anytime you want it. My ass will always be yours. God knows your father doesn’t want it.”I cracked the paddle on her ass hard enough to get her attention and said, “Strip naked, put on your ball gag, and get on your belly.”Mom smiled as she faced me and pulled her top up over her head. I had seen her in her bra before that day and my. No John, listen, I'm sorry, but it's over. Good bye." She hung up the phone and sighed. After a minute or two of silence, she said "So, what do you want to do?" "I dunno..." I said. "I've been told I give pretty good back massages, you up for one?" "That would be nice..." She said, as she laid down on her stomach, on the coach. I began to rub her shoulders, in slow circular patterns. "Mmmm... that's good." She said. I moved down her back, massaging ever muscle, trying to give her a good. "God, woman, those things just look nasty," groused the vegan cameraman. "I bet the ingredients of fast food burritos is more rancid that your average hot dog." Hope so," Darren said with her mouth full. "I love hot dogs, too. Shut up and eat your veggie taco."But Mack's attention had been turned away from his partner. His iPhone was set on vibrate, so she did not hear it – or hers – go off. She was just noticing hers when Mack was ending his brief conversation."Damn! Twitter is blowing up. She took her time putting her clothes away, but even so she still had half an hour to kill. She made up the bed with the clean soft bedding, which she had found in a huge airing cupboard; she fluffed up the pillows, and pulled everything just so.It was still a little too early, and so she wandered around her little home, dusting and polishing and twitching and straightening.Finally she looked at her watch to see that she was fifteen minutes late now; so she locked her front door and strolled.