Bee." Mrs. Thornton has no sense of humor," Bee grumbled."We're going back to Sky Tower," Charlotte said.I sighed. "Yeah. I gotta let The Mistress k...ow what the situation withyou three is." Why?" Annabelle asked."Yeah," Bee agreed. "Just take us to Gary. You don't need to ask forpermission." I'm not asking for-look, I-" -Isn't it your house?" Annabelle asked.I paused. "It'll only take a minute, okay?" I said, maybe sounding alittle too flustered. "She... she should know this."The Mistress. Realizing that he was dead serious, just like this morning, she saw no easy escape, though she hesitated long enough for him to add. “You know, if you want, we can extend the at home rules to the car, though it might take you a bit long to get dressed once we get to the curb each morning”“No! Gawd!” she wailed, as she swiftly unhooked her skirt, and turning away from the window, lifted her hips and slid it down her thighs, sitting up as she took the fabric the rest of the way down, pulling it. The blaring music made conversation a little difficult, but a few drinks later we were merrily bellowing at each other the usual bollocks that is spoken on such occasions. I was going easy on the lager this evening though, conscious as I was that this evening I was supposed to be being responsible. Mostly I was quiet, nursing a pint of beer in my right hand and helping Kat drink a succession of sugary cocktails through a straw with my left. Eventually one o’clock rolled around and the bar. She was tanned, toned and terrific. The three T’s I gave her, and her tits, well they were spectacular; something you would only see in a plastic surgeon's display case. They were as firm and full as I could ever wish for. The way they pressed into her tight dress made it hard to not notice their amazing shape. She walked with a strut that could make any man drop to his knees and want to crawl to her. She was my goddess, and I knew I had to have her. I wanted her in every way possible - on her.