I strained to hear any voices,but the big old house seemed strangely silent. I continued massaging thefront of my crackling plastic panties, revelling...in the naughty eroticsensations. Part of me wondered if I should roll onto my tummy toconceal what I was doing from anyone who might wander in. Another partinsisted, 'I'm just a baby. I don't care. Babies don't feel embarrassedor ashamed...'"Goo-goo goo-goo ga." I started babbling quietly around my dum-dums,slurping noisily on the firm rubber. The lowest point was when my mother whipped out the familyphoto albums. I was mortified. I didn't want Jenny to see my likethat. But then again this is how most people are, they don't want thoseembarrassing points of the past brought out. When my mother began goingon about the 6th grade Christmas pageant, I knew I needed to sneak away.I didn't not need to relive forgetting my lines or splitting my pantsopen, so I snuck into the kitchen where I bumped into my brother again."So this is real. The Dom I think had exhausted himself trying to keep up with the desires of this slave and was looking for help in meeting the slave’s high maintenance needs.The Dom and I chatted back and forth for a few weeks as I learned more about him and made sure the situation was real and safe. Eventually, we made a date to meet at his cabin and have a session with the slave. Another Dom was invited to so it would be three Doms on one slave.I was more than a little nervous going there as I'd not done. I told her sorry for everything I did and told her if she will become my girlfriend again. She said she hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me forever. she just came to tell me not to talk to her forever. I tried to plead her for some time but she was very adamant and didn’t want to do the same. Then I showed her few pictures while we were having sex. I even showed her few videos where she was giving me blow job and I was fucking her badly. She started to cry looking at it. Then I told her to.