“We need more space and I want to make sure your mommy gets lots of chances to watch,” Karen said. I live in Boston too. Porn sex “You do, don’t you; you want to fuck your own mother?”
“No,” I said adamantly. “You’ll see,” she said with a devious smirk. “Goodbye Jenny,” she said using my name for the first time in a long while. Wanda87: True. Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked “How is your essay coming along, Jenny?”
I said in a soft voice, so only she could hear, “I have barely got any further from when we last talked. I live in Boston too. Karen smiled, chugged the rest of her beer, and said, handing me the now empty beer bottle, “Fuck yourself to an orgasm.”
“Yes, Mistress Karen,” I said as I grabbed the bottle. I responded nervously, “Yes, I am.”
“Good girl,” she said like a mother would say to her little daughter when she did as she was told. The look on Karen’s face was indescribable as she saw the red stockings. I put them in my cell phone instantly under my favourite five. We watched Toy Story again, played games, had a snack, cleaned up his snack mess and I read him three books. I shook my head as Karen looked me directly in the eye and winked.
