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the goddesMy parents were very Catholic and very straight. That was all I knew.Tony’s parents were more sophisticated. His dad, Henry, was a doctor. Hewas a bit formal but really a great guy. He would make sex jokes andstuff, which seemed so progressive to me as a k** in grammar school. Iremember in their rec room downstairs, lots of knotty pine, there was acloth poster of a very attractive African woman. She was topless with bigboobs, a ring in her nose, and there was a tiny cloth over her crotch. Thecloth was not painted. It was a separate cotton cloth attached to the poster.Of course this made everybody more curious about it. We all lifted it up,to see what was under it. When you did lift it, you would reveal not thewoman’s bush, but a tinier cloth. This one painted on. Only printed on thisone was “Hi!” That kind of set the tone for Tony’s house.Then there was Mrs. D’Amato. She gave off an a****l magnetism thatseemed to cause tornados in my young world. She was tall, about 5’8″,with luxurious jet black hair, big brown eyes, high cheek bones, large tits,and long, long legs. She dressed expensively and seemed oh sosophisticated to me. She kind of looked like Ann Bancroft as Mrs.Robinson in “The Graduate”, only with bigger eyes and much bigger tits.As a k** I would hang out at their house often, with Tony and our otherfriends. However, things began to change a bit when we went to highschool. We went to different Catholic schools. He went to Mendel and Iwent to St. Leo. So we didn’t see each other quite as much.I can remember late in grammar school when Tony told me that hisparents frequently told him that he should try to be more like me. Thatkilled me. Tony had the world by a string. Good looking girls were alwayscoming on to him. But his parents thought that I was more well mannered,and better read. Actually I just liked to read books. Tony’s mom liked totalk to me about the latest books.”Gene, how do you find the time to read all these books?””I don’t know. I just like to have a book with me.””Maybe you could help Tony read something besides Playboy and thesports section.”She liked to put Tony down but it never seemed to bother him. Over theyears, growing up, I loved visiting their house when she was homebecause she always seemed so sexy to me. And I’m sure she knew thepower she had over me. When I entered high school and would visit theirhouse, it seemed she would cause more situations where she would”bump” into me and then put her hands on me. I loved it. A couple oftimes Tony and his dad would be in the living room and she would callme into the kitchen to help her reach something on a top shelf of thecabinets. It never occurred to me that these were just little pretense gamesto flirt.I would walk into the kitchen, which was small, and she would pull out achair and ask me to stand on it to reach up and get something. She seemedto touch me a lot getting up and off the chair. Once she “tripped” and herhand “accidentally” hit me in the crotch. I threw a rod immediately.”Oh, forgive me, Gene. Are you all right?””Oh sure. I’m fine.”But then she petted my now hard dick. And she smiled at me. I blushed. Itmade me feel weird.Once she was standing in front of me doing something and I leaned downand inhaled the scent from her beautiful hair. She spurn around to me witha big smile.”Smell good?””Wonderful.”She treated me as an adult, which was very flattering at my age. Then afew times later, when the pulled the “help me in the kitchen” routine and Iretrieved something from the top shelf, standing on the chair, she wouldalways put her hand on my dick, but not say anything about it. Of course,after that, I was always HARD around her and I’m sure that flattered her.Then came a DEFINING MOMENT. Sort of like Pearl Harbor for myyoung mind and virgin body. I hadn’t even been laid yet.I had noted that Tony was getting mouthier to adults as he grew up.Maybe it was a rebellion thing. I sassed my folks too. But he went muchfurther. I remember I was at his house one afternoon after school. We hadbeen in the rec room just shooting the shit about which girls we knew thatwe’d like to fuck. Then we were sitting at the Formica table in the kitchenand Mrs. D’Amato came in and had some kind of exchange with Tony.He mouthed off and she called him on it. I thought he’d just apologize. Buthe didn’t. He said something like, “So what?”Suddenly she just attacked him like a hurricane. Her arm started slappinghis face viciously; you could see big red handprints on it.”Ma! I’m sorry! Stop it!”But she didn’t stop it. She slapped him down to the floor, then startedkicking him in the face.”You snotty little motherfucker! How dare you! Don’t you EVER raiseyour voice to me!””Ma stop! I sorry! I sorry!”I was paralyzed with fear. And fascination. I could not believe this wasactually happening right in front of me. Tony was nuts. But my God, Mrs.D’Amato was really laying into him. I couldn’t believe how strong shewas. She kept kicking him with her heels and slapping his face. Then shewas pulling his hair and led him up to his feet.Her face was a mask of hate and resolve. She was still pulling his hair.Then she spat right in his face. I was spellbound.”Go upstairs and wait for me. Get undressed.””Yes Mommy.”Tony hung his head in shame and trudged off. I had never heard him callher “Mommy” before.”Uh..well, I better be going.””No, Gene. You’re going to remain here while he’s being punished. Thatwill add to his humiliation.”I sat there. Scared. I didn’t know what to do. I had a raging hard-on underthe table. She smiled at me and put her arm around my shoulder. Herperfume and female odor were intoxicating.”Look, I know this is awkward for you. You want to stand up for yourfriend Tony, or not be a witness to his troubles. But it’s more important tome as a parent that he learn some discipline. Could you stay a few minutesfor me?”Her hand was gently rubbing my neck. I wanted more of that.”Okay, Mrs. D’Amato.””Good. Thank you, Gene. I appreciate your help. I know that I’m puttingyou in a tight spot. Let me fix you a drink before I do this.”This was unheard of. I was only sixteen and I’m sure Mrs. D’Amato wasaware that my parents did not allow their k**s to drink before they were oflegal age. I seemed to be entering some kind of adult realm. At least Ihoped so. Tony never talked about drinking with his mom.She fixed me a bourbon and soda, which I later learned was her drink. Iwas still sitting at the table.”Here you are, Honey.”She set the drink in front of me and then ran her beautiful hand thru myhair. I would have done anything for her.Then she walked swiftly upstairs. Of course I was straining to heareverything that I could. My dick was like an iron poker in my pants. Itwasn’t quiet for long.”Of course he’s down there. I asked türbanlı erzurum escort him to stay. Since you act like a babyyou’re going to be treated like a baby!”WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!I was hanging on every word. Tony was getting beat. And it sounded likea strap. A heavy strap!WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!”What do you say?””Thank you, Mommy.”I was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. What would Tony say when wegot together again? Who cares? This was great. I was glad it wasn’t megetting strapped.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!Then a loud wail. Tony was bawling like a little baby.”Ma stop! Stop! Stop! Please, no!”WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!”Awwwww, no Mommy, no more, Mommy no more. I sorry. I sorry.”I almost came in my pants. I guzzled my drink in two gulps. Now thiswas excitement!I could hear Tony crying hard now and Mrs. D’Amato was murmuringsomething to him.A few minutes later she walked back into the kitchen. Only now she waswearing a very thin, clingy robe. I was transfixed. It appeared that she onlyhad underwear on under the thin robe, bra and panties. Did she beat him inher underwear? How weird. The whole thing seemed so personal. familydiscipline with a stranger listening. Why did she want me here? Shewanted me here to embarrass Tony. But was that all? Why was she in thissexy outfit? I noticed she was wearing heels, very high heels. But she hadan angry looking leather strap in her hand. I was mesmerized by it.My dick was harder than ever. She smiled at me. As if she had juststepped out to put some clothes in the dryer.”Sorry that took so long. I need a drink. How ’bout you?””Uh..sure.”There was a thin film of persperation all over her pretty face. Was sheexcited by that, or just tired? Why in her underwear?She wiped off her sweaty forehead with her right arm.”Whew. Beating your son in hard work.”I didn’t know what to say. So I kept my mouth shut.She looked over at me and smiled.”I hope I didn’t embarrass you?””Oh no.”(But of course she had. Just as she had planned.)”Stand up. I wanna see something.”I could not believe she had just said what she did. My prick was hard as asteel girder in my pants. But I followed orders. I stood up. Talk aboutbeing embarrassed! Not only did I have an obvious hard-on. I had a bigwet spot at the tip of it, in my pants. Time stopped. I just stood there,obediently, with my wet, hard pole in my pants. I didn’t want to getstrapped.But instead of getting mad, she smiled broadly.”I thought so.”She moved to me and her elegant hands were all over my cock and balls,stroking them thru my pants. I was numb with excitement.”You are such a sweet boy. Come into the living room.”I followed her. You could plainly see her panties and her ass pretty good,thru the thin robe. She casually sat down on the big couch. I was headedfor a side chair, when I saw her pat the spot next to her.”Over here, Honey.”I obeyed. Still in a fog.She raised her glass in a toast. I raised mine.”Here’s to us.””To us.”We clinked glasses. Then her robe split down the middle as she crossedher long legs. You could see all the way up to her panties.Her white cotton panties. And long, long legs. As we talked I would stealglances at her crotch. You could see plenty of little black pubic hairs on thesides of her panties. My prick was standing up like a tent pole.”So how are you holding up? Ha. Ha. Sorry. I didn’t mean that. How doyou feel about all this?””Kinda weird. I must confess that I’m scared of you. And..and attracted toyou.”She was facing me and smiling. I was flattered. No matter what happenedshe did give me a lot of attention.”Good. Are you more scared or more excited?””Excited.”She chuckled. Then I felt her fingers in my hair. She was so beautiful.Something about her just strapping her son made her so much moreexciting to me. She put her hand on my dick and would squeeze it nowand then. We didn’t talk much. Time stopped. I felt like my dick wouldnever go down. I loved being next to her. Smelling her. Looking at herhairy pussy encased in her panties.We finished our drinks. She squeezed my dick a little harder.”Stand up, Gene.”I stood up in front of her. My dick tenting in my pants.”Let’s get a look at this little guy.”Smiling at me, she unbuckled my belt and took down my pants and wetcummy underpants.”There were are. Ohh Gene has a tiny one!”I cringed inside. But her commenting on my small dick made it even moreexciting.”We don’t have much time. I want you to shoot it for me Genie.”She had some Kleenix in her hand and was jacking my short, hard dickwith the other. I looked into her eyes. She was smiling, happy, in charge.”ooohhhhhhhhhAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!””Good boy. Thatt’a boy. Keep it going Genie boy. Sweet baby boy with atiny dickie.”She kept pumping me as I contorted through the first real major orgasm ofmy teenage life. I was on cloud nineteen.I just stood, in my post orgasmic state, as she efficiently wiped cum off ofmy dick, balls, and legs. She left quietly and then returned with a warmwashcloth. The she washed off my dick and balls. Heavenly.”You’d better go. Henry wouldn’t understand.”She walked me to the back door. She gave me a big hug, like we had gonethru a war together or something. She swatted my hard on in my pantsand I bent down in pain.”Oh here, I have a present for you.”She tucked a piece of paper into my shirt pocket.”Don’t open this until you are home. Alone. Goodbye, Gene.””Bye Mrs. D’Amato. And thank you.”I flew home. I could not believe what I had just witnessed. My dick wouldnot go down until I was almost at the front door of my house. I went intothe upstairs bathroom and removed the piece of paper. It read, “I want youto call me on the phone at 11 am Monday. Be available the whole day.Ditch school and call me at 11 am.”I must have jacked off ten times thinking about what was going to happenMonday. Well at least Tony didn’t go to my high school.On Monday I ditched school and phoned Mrs. D’Amato from TheHamburger Limited, a hamburger joint that served burgers on modeltrains. I felt like a secret agent.”Mrs. D’Amato?””Yes, Gene. I’m glad you’re so punctual. I’m looking forward to seeingyou. Be here at 11.30.””Yes, Maam.”Tony’s house was only a 20-minute walk so it was no sweat. But I mustconfess that I was very nervous. But also very flattered that she wouldtreat me in such an adult way.When she opened the door I was blown away. She was very made up, likea Vogue magazine fashion layout or something. And she looked thatclassy! She had a starched white blouse, a long blue skirt, heels and hose.The hosiery had long black seams up the back.”God, I feel so under dressed.””Ha. Gene you are so sweet.”I walked into the hallway.”Besides, you won’t be wearing clothes anyway.”If my dick wasn’t hard before, it sure was now.”What did you say?”She wasn’t türbanlı erzurum escort answering me. I watched her casually stroll over to the couchand sit down regally. I joined her hesitantly.”I said, Mr. Gene, you won’t be wearing any clothes anyway.”She was looking at me and smiling. I couldn’t believe this.”Now don’t be a scaredy cat. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”I think that she now sensed how terrified I was. She got up, fixed usdrinks (last time that ever happened) and then proceeded to have a”sensitive” but very erotic conversation with me.”Does your mother whip you?””No.”Heavy silence.”How does she discipline you?””Oh..she has her ways. The cold shoulder. Not talking to me. For days.Denying stuff. Being grounded, stuff like that.”However, it wasn’t long before she pushed the game ahead.”Gene, get undressed. Completely naked.”I looked at her to see if she was k**ding. She looked dead serious. I wasvery, very intimidated. She was the only adult I ever even attempted tohang out with. I stripped down completely. It seemed so weird and unfairfor me to have to be totally naked and her fully dressed. I was scared ofher.”Beautiful c***d. Come over here.”As I moved to her, I could smell her perfume and her female smell.Hugging me tight, she was smiling at me and rubbing me all over at thesame time. I could feel her fingers on my ass and my thighs and my ballsand then my cock now and then. As if this were the most naturual thing.”You have lovely legs, Gene. I’ve always liked them.””Thank you, Mrs. D’Amato.”Now she was fondling my dick and balls. I was rock hard! This was amortal sin. And we both knew it and loved it. Cast iron. She was jackingmy dick as she looked at me. I was on Mars.”Gene, you are a beautiful boy.””Thank you.””Get down on your knees in front of me.”I quickly obeyed her. I was there to learn, all the while thinking aboutTony bawling his eyes out upstairs that day.When I got down on the rug, on my knees in front of her, she leaned backon the couch and lifted up her hips. Then she quickly removed her pantiesvery quickly. Then they were in her hands in front of me. Then she waspressing the panties to my nose. The strong odor of her excited adult cuntjust about knocked me over. What a charge.”Like smelling my cunt, Gene?””Oh God, do I!””Stand up.”I did.”Lift up your leg.”I did and she put me into her dirty cummy panties. And I loved it. Mydick had turned into a rock formation.It didn’t occur to me until much later that she had purposely worn thepanties on the outside of her stockings and garter belt. It was all quitecalculated.”You look very attractive in those panties, young lady.””Uh..thank you, Mrs. D’Amato.””You’re welcome. You little slut.”This was getting stranger.”Walk up and down the living room. Like a girl.”I would have done anything for her. So I did. I pranced.”Good girl. Good slutty cocksucker girl!”When I finished my runway routine, I stopped in front of her.”You have sexy legs, Gene. But they are so feminine. We should call youJeanine, since you look so girly in those dirty panties.”With talk like that, my dick would never go down.CRACK! CRACK!She was slapping my face. Very hard.”Ow! Why’d you do that?””Because you’re such a good boy, it makes me sick. I want you to be badnow and then. A bad girl. A bad, slutty girl. CRACK! CRACK! Do youunderstand me, young lady?”My face was stinging with pain. My dick was rock hard.”Yes, Mrs. D’Amato. I want to please you. I want to be your bad girl.””Of course you do, Jeanine. Your dick is hard.”(She put both of her hands on it. One cupped my testicles, the otherpressed against my dick.)”You like Mommy playing with your dick, don’t you Jeanine?””Oh yes. Yes. Mrs. D’Amato.””You really look adorable in those panties. Are you having fun, Honey?””I love it, Mrs. D’Amato.”She was squeezing my dick with her hand now. Hard.”Goddess. You call me Goddess when we’re alone like this.””Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess.””You’re welcome, Honey. Here.”She pulled down the front of my (her) panties and wrapped the waistbandaround my balls, so that it covered my ass, then revealed my cock andballs.”Oh, that feels good, Goddess.””I’m glad you like it, Hon. Now stay right here. I’ll be right back.”She walked into the kitchen. My dick was leaking cum. I was buzzing. Afew moments later she returned from the kitchen. In one hand she carrieda drink and there was a drink in the other hand, plus a jar of something.She smiled at me. I felt weird. But very hot.”You look very cute, Jeanine. You have a beautiful cock for a pretty girl.””Thank you Goddess.”She tousled my hair as if I were a four year old. I was sixteen. She satback down on the couch.”Get down!”Ialmost came right then. She was getting bossier. I squatted down on thecarpet in front of her.”No, stupid girl. Lay down. In front of me.”I quickly followed her orders. I was going to do whatever she said. I feltout of this world good.I moved so that my head was perpendicular to her legs. She certainlylooked like a goddess from this angle. A giantess. I watched her take herhigh heels off and then her pretty nylon clad feet were on my face.Hovering around my nose. Ecstasy. Her scent was powerful. Her feetwere wet with perspiration. Maybe she was nervous too. Or excited.Whatever it was I loved the strong female odor emanating from her feetpresently resting on my nose.”Smell me, bitch. You like that smell?””Yes, Goddess. I love smelling you. Thank you Goddess.”There was a heavy sexual silence in the room. I just lay there savoring her.Apparently she was savoring it too. Now and then she would move herfeet around my face, then return to my nose. I could hear the ice tinkling inher glass as she took a drink. So relaxed.”You like smelling Mommy’s feet, Honey?””I love it! Thank you so much, Goddess.””You’re welcome, Jeanine. We are going to have so much fun together.My cunt is soaking wet already.”(I couldn’t believe that she would confide in me like this!)”I want to train you to know my scent. I want your dick hard all the time.Whenever you are near me.”I was down there a long time. I could have happily stayed there the rest ofmy life. Mrs. D’Amato smoked several cigarettes while keeping her feeton my face all the time. She began to quiz me about my sex life. Whatwere my fantasies? What thoughts did I masturbate to? She was sointerested in my sexuality that I was very flattered. I thought that shewould ridicule me when I told her that I was a virgin but that seemed tomake her happier. Like I was a new canvas to be painted on by her, theArtist.”It’s wonderful that you’re so young. You have a lot of stamina. The onlyworry will be your ejaculating too soon. But I’ll get you up again rightaway.”She talked me through worshipping her türbanlı escort erzurum feet. But first she stood up andremoved her pantyhose. Then she bent down and put the soiled pantyhoseto my nose.”Like that smell, Jeanine?””Oh God, yes. Goddess.””Good. I’m going to put these in your pants pocket. Then I want you tosmell them at home and masturbate to them. And think of me. When I seeyou again I want you to tell me about worshipping my hose.””Yes Goddess.”She sat down again.”Okay, Honey, now we’re going to work on my toes. Turn your head alittle to me. That’s right. Now take the big toe here and put it in yourmouth. Thas right, Baby. Don’t bite. Just suck on it very lovingly. Do youlike sucking on my big toe, Jeanine? Just nod. I thought so.”This went on for a long time. Sometimes she would be quiet while Isucked on each of her toes.”Jeanine get up. I need a refill. You’re the waitress here.”I quickly jumped up. Then she swatted my dick. Hard. I bent over in pain.She giggled, exhaling smoke from her cigarette.When I returned with fresh drinks, she had me stand in front of her.”Tony’s dick is much bigger than yours. Does that bother you?””No, Mrs. D’Amato.””Good. Now go downstairs into the laundry room. You’ll find a bowl ofclothes pins on top of the dryer. Bring them here.”I followed her orders happily. I loved this feeling in my dick. I neverwanted the day to end.”Bring them over here, Jeanine.”I brought her the bowl of clothes pins. Wooden clothes pins. She graspedmy testicles in one hand and then proceeded to attach three clothes pins tothem.”This will just add to your excitement. Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Iwould never hurt you, Jeanine. Unless I wanted to. Ha. Ha.”My prick was constantly leaking cum now. I had never been this excitedfor this long a period. It was about one o’clock now.”We’d better take the edge off, Jeanine. Come sit on Mommy’s lap.”Here she drew her long skirt above her waist. I could see all of her legs. Ihad never been this close to real pussy before. You could see her entirepussy. Thick black pussy hair. And it was wet! She had cunt juice all overher beautiful black haired crotch.I gingerly sat down on her lap. She pulled me into her, like a c***d.”That’s a good girl. Ooh, your little pussy prick is all hard as a rock. Andyou’ve got cum all over your dirty panties. Let’s give this little fella someair.”Her beautiful hand was extracting my white hot dick from the panties.”Are you close, Honey?””Oh yes, Mrs. D’Amato. So close.””Well, Mama’s gonna take care of that. Then we’re going to play somemore.”Her slender fingers with blood red nail polish were wrapped around myhot poker. I knew that I was going to cum any second.”Just relax, Jeanine. Mama’s here. Gonna make you feel better. Oh, it’s allwet and sticky. Look, Honey, it keeps dribbling. Oh, Baby’s jumping allaround on Mama’s lap. She must be close. OH MY GOD!!! LOOK ATALL THAT CUM! Shoot it, Honey! Thas right. Keep shooting, Hon.Shoot all that cream out, Jeanine. Oh yes! Baby’s got a big load for herMama. Huh? Huh, Babe? That’s it, get it all out Babe. Awww.l..it’s allover, Honeybun. My God you made a big puddle on Mommy’s legs andher hand.”I collapsed on her big tits. This was unquestionably my greatest orgasm todate. And the fact that she talked me thru it just made it doubly exciting.She hugged me to her.”Oh, that’s good, Honey. I’m so proud of you. You came so big forMommy. So big! I didn’t know you had that much jizz in you. That wasbeautiful. You are such a pretty girl. Calm down, Baby. Catch your breath.Mama’s here.”Several light years later, when I had finally regained my composure, shehad me get some paper towels and wipe her off. Then I had to get freshdrinks. She allowed me to sit on the couch with her as we caught ourbreath.”Okay, Jeanine. Break time is over. Kneel down in front of Mommy.”I quickly obeyed her. She tousled my hair, then put her hand on the backof my neck and pulled me into her stinky cunt area. She had a verypowerful scent now. It seemed to fill the room. I wanted to get lost in it.”Smell. Just smell. Don’t lick. Be a good girl, if you can. Cunt.”She smelled divine. Funky and very sexy. I inhaled loudly, smelling asmuch of her as I could. She petted me like a dog.”That’s good for you. For a cunty girl like you, Jeanine. With a hard dickiein her panties.”It was true. I was hard as a rock all over again.I was glued to her wet twat bush. I was afraid to lick her but I wanted to. Ijust knelt there sniffing her cunt for a long time.”Ow!”I doubled over. She had kicked me in the dick. Hard. I was doubled up onthe rug. I looked up at her. She was grinning.”I told you I don’t like good girls.””I’m sorry, Goddess. Can you forgive me?””Maybe. Depends.”I kneeled up, crawled back to her cunt and stuck my tongue out and beganlapping her soaking wet pussy.”Thas right. Thaassss right, cunty girl. Now you get the idea. Youcocksucking cunt! That’s right. Suck that pussy you love. You’re beingbad, Jeanine. You’re sucking a wet cunt. You’re sucking the pussy ofTony’s mother! Where she pees. And Tony doesn’t even know!”I kept sucking and licking. It was glorious. I adored her talking dirty to melike this. For a sixteen year old, this was ultra adult.Suddenly her arms and legs seemed made of steel. Her strong thighs heldme in a vise like grip. She was pulling my hair and slapping my face.”Thas right! Thas right! Here we go! Eat your Mommy! Mommy’s goncum. OH FUCK! FUCK! I’M CUMMING SO HARD. I’m cumming sofuckin hard honey. You got me soooo gooooood. Oh fuck!”I had cunt juice all over my face. Suddenly she slapped me viciously,CRACK! CRACK! Then kicked me to the floor. My head was ringingwith pain. She was bouncing around on the couch in a post orgasmeuphoria.It was so electric and exciting. I knew I would be craving this forever.Later, when she caught her breath, she thanked me for making her feel sogood. What a nice person!We had more drinks, then kind of wrapped up the day with me over herknees and getting spanked. She started out slow but built up to hardspanks quickly. It was very erotic but my ass was on fire. Then she wasthanking me for taking my first spanking. Then I heard her open theVaseline jar and she was fingering my young asshole.”Ow. It hurts, Mrs. D’Amato.””It always hurts a little at first, Jeanine.. Just relax.”Her other hand was jacking my rigid pole in a steady rythym. I shotanother puddle of jizz in no time. But the weirdest thing was that, as I wasabout to blow my load, she started hitting my ass again, really hard thistime. It made me cum harder. By the end of it, after I had a magnificentorgasm which she spanked me all the way thru, and then some, I realized Iwas crying very loudly..She lit up like a Christmas tree.”Well, finally. Thas right, little girl. Have a good cry. I want you to cry forme when you cum for Mama.”Anyway that pretty much gives you the idea how things progressedquickly with Mrs. D’Amato. After I got dressed, she opened a deskdrawer and made an appointment for two weeks in the future. Like ather****t or something. It was a glorious education and I’ve been a foot andspank freak ever since. Happily.

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