”“When have you seen Lonnie’s house?”“Oh. Uh, one evening we stopped there so I could meet his parents. They were very nice.” Angela could...tell she was lying. She’d met Mr. and Mrs. Porras and they were not particularly nice people. His father was a state senator and his mother managed his career. Most of their wealth had been acquired through questionable means. “Oh. Lonnie said to remember to tell you Mrs. Cyning would like to meet you.”“Liam’s mother?”“No, his grandmother. I don’t know why. Personally, I don’t like the look of a blond oriental, but the rest of the costume is HOT.She blushes and complains, “I can’t believe Dahlia talked me into wearing this thing.”“What happened to your other costumes. You are all the same princesses as you were on Tuesday but are a bit more risqué.”As proud as can be, Dahlia says, “I got rid of them and gave them the costumes they now wear.”“Are you trying to turn us all into exhibitionists?”The girls all giggle at my pathetic attempt at a. As you crawl closer, I get on my knees on the couch with my ass toward you. "Tell my ass that you're home." "Honey, I home" you say sweetly, the tiredness still in your voice. Honey? "What's this honey shit?" I growl. "My ass is your MASTER! Try again!" You're still on all fours looking up at your fleshy master with a mix of trepidation and desire in your big brown eyes. "Kneel before your master and say your home and kiss my ASS!" You rise up on your knees and say "Master, I'm home" as your. In my head I imagine them naked and looking at Greg’s feet wonder if the correlation between feet and cock is true as his feet are huge!I take off the little cover up I have over my dress and note how both guy’s immediately look at my breasts. Not being big headed but I do have big tits and men tend to have conversations with them and not my face! I knew I was playing up but I couldn’t help pushing out the girls (as I call them) and using them to tease the guys.I giggle at their jokes, play.