She doesn’t believe it but I show her the markings from the lube. Wow is all she can say. I ask her if she is ok. I know she is but I just put this ...ub into my submission for a long time now and we been here only an hour. I get her up undo her hands and take her to the mirror. I show her to herself. She is a totally fucked up mess, she doesn’t even know it yet I make her say to herself into the mirror repeat after me “YOU ARE NOW MY ANAL SLUT”. She repeats “ I am my Masters anal slut” I like. She jumped up and clapped her hands like a kid."Yes, oh great, come on Jill, let's go to the shop and get some lager while Tommy starts the Barbie."I was still swearing at the bloody thing when they got back with a dozen cans of lager and yet more vodka, giggling and whispering to each other as I prayed to the god of homemade barbeques."You know that denim skirt of mine that you like me wearing?"Mum was beside me, a mischievous smile on her lips."Yes?" Jill's got one just like it," and ran back. She put her books away in her hallway locker and ran to the girls bathroom. Luckily, nobody was in there and she could relieve herself of her built up frustration. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She thought about what Mr. Cramer had told her yesterday. About how she looked and acted like a slut. She was a little bit ashamed of the fact she was a nymphomaniac. She really was just a girl wanting to fit in. She wanted what most young girls want... to find a guy, fall in love,. We arrived at my driveway and I made sure the girls tidied themselves up before we walked indoors. It wouldn't do to get the neighbourhood gossips going before I could 'rearrange' things. Their dresses were perfectly filled and with their level of excitement being held in check, the girls moved like a pair of jaguars.Valerie had nipples that looked in danger of ripping through the front of her bodice and the globes of her bum shimmied wonderfully in the tight material. The front door closed on.