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MRS. D'AMATO By Brian Houlihan Copyright@1995 by Brian Houlihan All Rights Reserved As the twig is bent, so grows the tree. I can remember the exact period I started to get bent, really bent, when I was a kid. It was my freshman year in high school. It didn't happen with anyone at my school. Far from it. I went to an all boys Catholic high school in Chicago. The fact that there were no females in school just made them all the more mysterious. The thing that changed me forever was a strange relationship I began to have with Mrs. D'Amato, my best friend Tony's mother. Let me back up a minute. I had known Tony D'Amato since the fifth grade at St. Margaret Mary's elementary school. Tony was a great guy and a lot of fun to hang out with. He was very, very bold and always up for doing some crazy shit, like shoplifting from stores, pinching some girl's butt, or stealing a car. We spent a lot of time together. One thing I noticed very quickly. Tony had the certain type of looks that girls flipped for. They were always flirting with him. And since they were usually in packs in those days, I would get flirted by the second best looking girl. My parents were very Catholic and very straight. That was all I knew. Tony's parents were more sophisticated. His dad, Henry, was a doctor. He was a bit formal but really a great guy. He would make sex jokes and stuff, which seemed so progressive to me as a kid in grammar school. I remember in their rec room downstairs, lots of knotty pine, there was a cloth poster of a very attractive African woman. She was topless with big boobs, a ring in her nose, and there was a tiny cloth over her crotch. The cloth 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 the woman's bush, but a tinier cloth. This one painted on. Only printed on this one was "Hi!" That kind of set the tone for Tony's house. Then there was Mrs. D'Amato. She gave off an animal magnetism that seemed 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 so sophisticated 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 kid I would hang out at their house often, with Tony and our other friends. However, things began to change a bit when we went to high school. We went to different Catholic schools. He went to Mendel and I went 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 his parents frequently told him that he should try to be more like me. That killed me. Tony had the world by a string. Good looking girls were always coming 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 to talk 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 the sports section." She liked to put Tony down but it never seemed to bother him. Over the years, growing up, I loved visiting their house when she was home because she always seemed so sexy to me. And I'm sure she knew the power she had over me. When I entered high school and would visit their house, 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 of times Tony and his dad would be in the living room and she would call me into the kitchen to help her reach something on a top shelf of the cabinets. It never occurred to me that these were just little pretense games to flirt. I would walk into the kitchen, which was small, and she would pull out a chair and ask me to stand on it to reach up and get something. She seemed to touch me a lot getting up and off the chair. Once she "tripped" and her hand "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. It made me feel weird. Once she was standing in front of me doing something and I leaned down and inhaled the scent from her beautiful hair. She spurn around to me with a big smile. "Smell good?" "Wonderful." She treated me as an adult, which was very flattering at my age. Then a few times later, when the pulled the "help me in the kitchen" routine and I retrieved something from the top shelf, standing on the chair, she would always 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 my young 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 much further. I remember I was at his house one afternoon after school. We had been in the rec room just shooting the shit about which girls we knew that we'd like to fuck. Then we were sitting at the Formica table in the kitchen and 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. But he didn't. He said something like, "So what?" Suddenly she just attacked him like a hurricane. Her arm started slapping his 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 started kicking him in the face. "You snotty little motherfucker! How dare you! Don't you EVER raise your voice to me!" "Ma stop! I sorry! I sorry!" I was paralyzed with fear. And fascination. I could not believe this was actually 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 she was. She kept kicking him with her heels and slapping his face. Then she was 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 call her "Mommy" before. "Uh..well, I better be going." "No, Gene. You're going to remain here while he's being punished. That will add to his humiliation." I sat there. Scared. I didn't know what to do. I had a raging hard-on under the table. She smiled at me and put her arm around my shoulder. Her perfume and female odor were intoxicating. "Look, I know this is awkward for you. You want to stand up for your friend Tony, or not be a witness to his troubles. But it's more important to me as a parent that he learn some discipline. Could you stay a few minutes for 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 putting you 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 was aware that my parents did not allow their kids to drink before they were of legal age. I seemed to be entering some kind of adult realm. At least I hoped so. Tony never talked about drinking with his mom. She fixed me a bourbon and soda, which I later learned was her drink. I was still sitting at the table. "Here you are, Honey." She set the drink in front of me and then ran her beautiful hand thru my hair. I would have done anything for her. Then she walked swiftly upstairs. Of course I was straining to hear everything that I could. My dick was like an iron poker in my pants. It wasn't quiet for long. "Of course he's down there. I asked him to stay. Since you act like a baby you're going to be treated like a baby!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I was hanging on every word. Tony was getting beat. And it sounded like a 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 we got together again? Who cares? This was great. I was glad it wasn't me getting 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 this was excitement! I could hear Tony crying hard now and Mrs. D'Amato was murmuring something to him. A few minutes later she walked back into the kitchen. Only now she was wearing a very thin, clingy robe. I was transfixed. It appeared that she only had underwear on under the thin robe, bra and panties. Did she beat him in her underwear? How weird. The whole thing seemed so personal. Family discipline with a stranger listening. Why did she want me here? She wanted me here to embarrass Tony. But was that all? Why was she in this sexy outfit? I noticed she was wearing heels, very high heels. But she had an 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 just stepped 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 she excited 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 a steel girder in my pants. But I followed orders. I stood up. Talk about being embarrassed! Not only did I have an obvious hard-on. I had a big wet 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 get strapped. 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 headed for 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 crossed her 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 steal glances at her crotch. You could see plenty of little black pubic hairs on the sides 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 do you feel about all this?" "Kinda weird. I must confess that I'm scared of you. And..and attracted to you." She was facing me and smiling. I was flattered. No matter what happened she 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 more exciting to me. She put her hand on my dick and would squeeze it now and then. We didn't talk much. Time stopped. I felt like my dick would never go down. I loved being next to her. Smelling her. Looking at her hairy 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 wet cummy underpants. "There were are. Ohh Gene has a tiny one!" I cringed inside. But her commenting on my small dick made it even more exciting. "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 dick with 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 a tiny dickie." She kept pumping me as I contorted through the first real major orgasm of my teenage life. I was on cloud nineteen. I just stood, in my post orgasmic state, as she efficiently wiped cum off of my dick, balls, and legs. She left quietly and then returned with a warm washcloth. 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 gone thru a war together or something. She swatted my hard on in my pants and 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 would not go down until I was almost at the front door of my house. I went into the upstairs bathroom and removed the piece of paper. It read, "I want you to 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 happen Monday. Well at least Tony didn't go to my high school. On Monday I ditched school and phoned Mrs. D'Amato from The Hamburger Limited, a hamburger joint that served burgers on model trains. I felt like a secret agent. "Mrs. D'Amato?" "Yes, Gene. I'm glad you're so punctual. I'm looking forward to seeing you. Be here at 11.30." "Yes, Maam." Tony's house was only a 20-minute walk so it was no sweat. But I must confess that I was very nervous. But also very flattered that she would treat me in such an adult way. When she opened the door I was blown away. She was very made up, like a Vogue magazine fashion layout or something. And she looked that classy! 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 answering me. I watched her casually stroll over to the couch and 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 us drinks (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 kidding. She looked dead serious. I was very, very intimidated. She was the only adult I ever even attempted to hang out with. I stripped down completely. It seemed so weird and unfair for me to have to be totally naked and her fully dressed. I was scared of her. "Beautiful child. 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 the same time. I could feel her fingers on my ass and my thighs and my balls and 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 a mortal sin. And we both knew it and loved it. Cast iron. She was jacking my 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 about Tony bawling his eyes out upstairs that day. When I got down on the rug, on my knees in front of her, she leaned back on the couch and lifted up her hips. Then she quickly removed her panties very quickly. Then they were in her hands in front of me. Then she was pressing the panties to my nose. The strong odor of her excited adult cunt just 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. My dick had turned into a rock formation. It didn't occur to me until much later that she had purposely worn the panties on the outside of her stockings and garter belt. It was all quite calculated. "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 you Jeanine, 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 bad now and then. A bad girl. A bad, slutty girl. CRACK! CRACK! Do you understand 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 other pressed 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 waistband around my balls, so that it covered my ass, then revealed my cock and balls. "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. A few moments later she returned from the kitchen. In one hand she carried a 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 sat back down on the couch. "Get down!" I almost came right then. She was getting bossier. I squatted down on the carpet 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 felt out of this world good. I moved so that my head was perpendicular to her legs. She certainly looked like a goddess from this angle. A giantess. I watched her take her high heels off and then her pretty nylon clad feet were on my face. Hovering around my nose. Ecstasy. Her scent was powerful. Her feet were wet with perspiration. Maybe she was nervous too. Or excited. Whatever it was I loved the strong female odor emanating from her feet presently 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 her feet around my face, then return to my nose. I could hear the ice tinkling in her 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 of my life. Mrs. D'Amato smoked several cigarettes while keeping her feet on my face all the time. She began to quiz me about my sex life. What were my fantasies? What thoughts did I masturbate to? She was so interested in my sexuality that I was very flattered. I thought that she would ridicule me when I told her that I was a virgin but that seemed to make her happier. Like I was a new canvas to be painted on by her, the Artist. "It's wonderful that you're so young. You have a lot of stamina. The only worry will be your ejaculating too soon. But I'll get you up again right away." She talked me through worshipping her feet. But first she stood up and removed her pantyhose. Then she bent down and put the soiled pantyhose to 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 to smell them at home and masturbate to them. And think of me. When I see you 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 a little to me. That's right. Now take the big toe here and put it in your mouth. Thas right, Baby. Don't bite. Just suck on it very lovingly. Do you like sucking on my big toe, Jeanine? Just nod. I thought so." This went on for a long time. Sometimes she would be quiet while I sucked 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 of clothes pins on top of the dryer. Bring them here." I followed her orders happily. I loved this feeling in my dick. I never wanted the day to end. "Bring them over here, Jeanine." I brought her the bowl of clothes pins. Wooden clothes pins. She grasped my testicles in one hand and then proceeded to attach three clothes pins to them. "This will just add to your excitement. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I would never hurt you, Jeanine. Unless I wanted to. Ha. Ha." My prick was constantly leaking cum now. I had never been this excited for 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. I had never been this close to real pussy before. You could see her entire pussy. Thick black pussy hair. And it was wet! She had cunt juice all over her beautiful black haired crotch. I gingerly sat down on her lap. She pulled me into her, like a child. "That's a good girl. Ooh, your little pussy prick is all hard as a rock. And you've got cum all over your dirty panties. Let's give this little fella some air." 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 some more." Her slender fingers with blood red nail polish were wrapped around my hot 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 all wet and sticky. Look, Honey, it keeps dribbling. Oh, Baby's jumping all around on Mama's lap. She must be close. OH MY GOD!!! LOOK AT ALL 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 her Mama. Huh? Huh, Babe? That's it, get it all out Babe. Awww.l..it's all over, Honeybun. My God you made a big puddle on Mommy's legs and her hand." I collapsed on her big tits. This was unquestionably my greatest orgasm to date. 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 for Mommy. So big! I didn't know you had that much jizz in you. That was beautiful. 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, she had me get some paper towels and wipe her off. Then I had to get fresh drinks. She allowed me to sit on the couch with her as we caught our breath. "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 back of my neck and pulled me into her stinky cunt area. She had a very powerful 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 as much 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 dickie in 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. I just 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 on the 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 began lapping her soaking wet pussy. "Thas right. Thaassss right, cunty girl. Now you get the idea. You cocksucking cunt! That's right. Suck that pussy you love. You're being bad, Jeanine. You're sucking a wet cunt. You're sucking the pussy of Tony'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 me like this. For a sixteen year old, this was ultra adult. Suddenly her arms and legs seemed made of steel. Her strong thighs held me 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 gon cum. OH FUCK! FUCK! I'M CUMMING SO HARD. I'm cumming so fuckin 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 ringing with pain. She was bouncing around on the couch in a post orgasm euphoria. 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 so good. What a nice person! We had more drinks, then kind of wrapped up the day with me over her knees and getting spanked. She started out slow but built up to hard spanks quickly. It was very erotic but my ass was on fire. Then she was thanking me for taking my first spanking. Then I heard her open the Vaseline 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 shot another puddle of jizz in no time. But the weirdest thing was that, as I was about to blow my load, she started hitting my ass again, really hard this time. It made me cum harder. By the end of it, after I had a magnificent orgasm which she spanked me all the way thru, and then some, I realized I was 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 for me when you cum for Mama." Anyway that pretty much gives you the idea how things progressed quickly with Mrs. D'Amato. After I got dressed, she opened a desk drawer and made an appointment for two weeks in the future. Like a therapist or something. It was a glorious education and I've been a foot and spank freak ever since. Happily. [comments? Feedback? [email protected] Website [email protected]] End