As a result, he had slipped back into the dialect of his upbringing. It made understanding him a bit… difficult. So… hang on to your hats! Here we...go! Billy to my right, Tony to my left. Why was I standing up? Because I was wearing the same skimpy, powder-blue, pull-over dress that I’d been wearing to the party earlier that evening. That dress… and nothing else. The bra was in the trash. I had no IDEA where my panties were. And Billy’s cum was dribbling out of me down my inner thighs. I knew. I was accomplishing nothing. What was the time? If I missed my slut event at five, I would be a fuck slut for the rest of the year. Without warning a vibrating egg was pressed against my pussy. My legs bucked in surprise, my body enjoying the familiar sensation. A moan escaped my lips, as the warm sensation travelled through my spine. Without warning, the vibrating sensation abandoned my pussy and I was left begging for more. My flailing accomplished nothing. I still don’t know where I was or. Who is allegedly in charge. I try to talk to Mom but she just passes my attempts to get out or away from the situation by telling me to be good for my older brother. At first everything is quiet and I look at what I’m going to be doing for my first year in high school. I review classes and schedule, check what I’ll need and plan out my courses, all things I was doing before when Mom was ‘fun’. It takes a week before I’m sitting alone in the living room watching TV when Bethany struts into the. Since long time,i had this desire to be a slave of women or bhabhis or aunties as they are called.I failed to make any advancements towards my fantasy .I am a 26 year old 5 ft 4 in normal built currently .This is My fantasy story.Here is the Story.We first met at a chat website,we chatted a lot about being her slave and fulfilling her fantasy being a Mistress. She is a sexy, voluptuous 36 year old housewife and has no children, good height and average stats. One day she asked me to come to her.