Tonight, I am meeting a new friend there, in a cabin deep in the hills amidst a winter wonderland.I will call my friend, John, because real names are ...ot important, in my dream world. I emailed him today saying, “Hi lover, meet me in my dream tonight. I just know you’ll love the location too; it’s a cabin, deep in the woods, surrounded by snow. It’s supplied with everything we need, food, drink, warmth, a calm atmosphere, serenaded by romantic music. We will have a night filled with lust and. Even tie me up if you want. Tie me up and spank me. That would be pretty fun. Don’t you think?”“Do you have any idea what a sex slave really is?”“Well.” Michelle paused for a moment. “Not really. But it sounds all neat and sexy and lots of sex for both of us. I really do want to be your sex slave. Can I? Hmm?” At this last she wiggled her crotch against my cock. Of course he responded.“Being a sex slave is a lot more than just the sex parts. As a slave you’d be obligated to serve. Daddy just watched her as she entered the dressing room. Daddy , then started to talk with the cashier, when he heard my mom call him for some help. He asked the cashier if it was alright for him to help her. She smiled and told him yes.Once daddy got in the room, mom had a red corset that tied up the front and a pair of red crotchless panties. Daddy got an instant hard on. Mom said for him to undo his pants and sit on the bench. Mom, then had came over and kissed him and straddled his. . then I noticed he was a she and it was highly evident."He did?" Rowwell," Not Tom said."What is your name, my pretty?" Wendy said.Pyewacket, Not Tom said, And don't you forget it."Oh ... the Pyewacket from the movie Bell Book and Candle?" Wendy asked.Not, said Not Tom, And you better stop using THAT name. I don't like it.She gave me a look ... Good Lord ... Cats can do it too.She turned to Wendy, That Pyewacket ... the one in the movie wasn't even close ... but he was the best the writers.