...bad about it somehow leaving the showerwalking to his bedroomhe didnt talk about it he open his drawer and got me a pair of blue panty helping my f...et up one by one sliding me in the frilly smooth panty''mike....''''shhhh its ok i like you in these''taking my hand helping me out to the living room he sat down naked his bbc up and waiting for me to ''do my job''he light up a joint and smoke looking at me feeling .....stupidhe pull me to him cuddlig on the couch smoking rubbing my panty and. As I started to get dressed, I couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed upset when I wouldn’t dress in front of him. He’s like my brother! That would be weird. So I just shrugged it off as I slid on my flip flops, put on my headband and bag and headed out of the door. *** I was at his house, walking up the driveway to Leo’s house. I was too shy and kept walking with my head down and brushing my dark hair out of my face. I would only know a few people here. The only real reason I’m here is. I told him of my desire to be tied up most of the time, to be made to serve cock, to serve many cocks at the same time while dressed like a sluttish schoolgirl bitch, and to not have a choice. He carried it farther, and it only made me hotter and hotter to hear about how he wanted to take me to the seedy places like the truckstop and pimp me to strangers. The fantasies spiraled off from there, and I was under his thrall. Finally, after missed connections and all this time, Daddy told me.. A shitkicker and a princess.We ate and talked in dribs and drabs, and I discovered that her father, a rock-bound Tory if there ever was one, had lost his investment in several ships because of the war, was deeply in debt and had consented, for a hefty payment, that his daughter, Angelica, without a farthing of dowry, marry General Sir Philip Ridge-Warrington, MP, who was on Howe's staff in some capacity."Angelica?" I said, savoring the name in my mouth."Nobody calls me that," she said with a.