My Mother The BDSM Model
My Mother The BDSM Model As he left he said, “Your mother could use your help up in her bedroom.” I had seen him come in with a big duffel bag and it was quite a bit smaller as he left. Mom had told me to watch television and that she had ordered me a pizza for dinner. Then she took the strange man up to her bedroom. That was at five o’clock in the afternoon and it was now eleven o’clock at night. I walked up the stairs. I was a little tired but I knew that Mom needed me so I...