" I shook my head. "But, onthe other side, Amanda would do you."Scott was unimpressed. He was a genetic specimen, he knew that based onlooks, and phys...cal traits, that he could have any girl. Why he would be anerd was beyond me. I was extremely average, without the hardiness that awoman would pursue. I versed myself in human relations. As Amanda verifiedwith her comment; a woman (which I barely considered Amanda) was physicallyattracted to genes, however non-primal instinct was for. Anna has developed into a beautiful young lady and I love watching her as she gets in and out in her bikini. It seems they get smaller and smaller as she gets older. I have had many a jerk off thinking of her in her bikini after she leaves. Anyway, I was at home one Saturday about 10 AM when Sue, her mother, rang my doorbell. I had done my Saturday chores during the week and was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. I hadn’t bothered with underwear and had on a pair of cotton. I picked the stockings out of the drawer and headed back to the couch. If I couldn't be with Katie, then I would imagine we were together, and I'd watch the hockey game too.Since all my imagining was making me uncomfortable, I took off my boxers and laid back on the couch in just my jersey. I began to run the stockings through my fingers, imagining Katie's legs in them, rubbing up against me. I put a stocking on over my hand and up my forearm. The fabric was so sheer and smooth I reached out. "Chantelle rose to her feet and he led her to where I was sitting. I allowed him to slip another chain onto my necklace and then stood up as she led us from the dining room. I glanced over at my dad who was having a collar and lead fastened to his neck by my mother and I knew that like us, he was going to be led to the dungeon. I smiled inwardly to myself; this was going to be an interesting experience.Charlie.When Joyce told our submissives that they were going to experience the dungeon I.