“So what else have you done in my bedroom, hmmm?” “I’ve…ah.” I wanted to tell her. “I’ve worn your school gym kit.” Her toe stopped ...oving and she leant forward. Her hand gripped mine as it slid up my cock and halted. “Worn?” She started stroking. “Please don’t be mad, Mistress.” “Do I look ‘mad’?” She didn’t. I couldn’t imagine why she wasn’t - but Justine was utterly calm. And she was stroking my cock with a pair of her own knickers. “No, Mistress." “There’s a reason for that, Peter. I’m not. ..Driving looking for a place to stop we see a light, at first I am glad when I see the light hoping that it's a decent motel but then it lifts up and , as I lock the brakes we all see that it's one of those flying saucers, Not being a stupid movie character I do what intelligent people should do, I hit reverse spun the suburban around and tried to haul ass (thinking great Kimmy see the sites, what could happen... d'oh aliens!), but then the aliens trump me by using a tractor beam, tires don't. . with the cage on..."He looked like he wanted to protest or say something, but he looked down."Of course Mistress." And proceeded to the linen closet where we hadextra towels.He was getting better at defaulting to me as the following week went by,though I still found ways to give him back his penny every day. Everyday he started with ninety-nine days...and most days he was back to onehundred before he even left for work.Day fifteen... The third Saturday morning...He asked if we could talk. . Sydney knew she could get just about any guy she wanted with this body. This made her think once more of her father’s huge cock once more. “Damit but I’m one perverted girl” she thought to herself. She stopped fantasizing when she then heard her father stirring; she put on a pair of lacy black panties(the 1st pair she found in the pile of clothes in the corner of her room) wrapped her black silk dressing gown around her body and headed for the kitchen to make some breakfast for her father and.