My son's school called today. Parent-teacher conference. I dressed in my most modest sweater and longest skirt, the kind of thing a good mother would wear. But underneath, I wore the lace thong a client ripped last night when he bent me over his desk. All through the meeting about his grades, I could feel the rough edge of torn lace against my swollen clit and the faint ache in my ass from where he took me. The principal was talking about 'applying oneself' and all I could think about was applying my red lipstick to another man's cock before taking it down my throat. The good mother nodding politely while the whore's pussy dripped onto her chair. I truly am two people now, and both of them are lying.