And I was still fucking screaming, it was all I could do, He left the room and I was still screaming,What he did when he returned to the room was in m... mind unforgivable, for he began to probe my crutch with those damn pins, he didn’t get the response he expected so he asked if I’d tucked inside, I nodded my head as best I could.He began probing with his finger and located my right testicular and pushed very slowly a pin and he did not stop until the head of the pin was flush with my corset,The. “No Mom,” I responded, “No I’m not.” “What…what’s wrong dear? You seem to be acting a little peculiar, like something’s bothering you,” she said still in that hushed tone. I didn’t reply right away. I kept my eyes locked on hers and in the still quiet of the hot night I unbuttoned my jeans. Mom’s eyes darted to the front of my pants then back again to meet mine. “What…what are you doing?” she asked with a heightened urgency to her voice. “What do you think I’m doing Mom?” I said. ...A tight fitting colorful print minidress, sheer tan pantyhose, and black high heels. I poured myself a strong drink to help me relax and get me further in the mood. He called me, informing me he would be arriving a little late, so I had a couple of more drinks, and was loose and ready when he arrived. He texted me from the parking lot, asking was his little white slut ready. I double checked my makeup and hair, downed the rest of my drink, lit a cigarette, and replied yes. I opened the. " I lookedon the floor and her napkin had fallen under the table. Confused, Ilooked at Mandy, trying to determine what she wanted from me.I moved toward the kitchen to get her a fresh one."No!" she commanded. "That one," she directed me, pointing under thetable where hers had fallen. I could feel Mr. Randolph's eyes burninginto me - watching my every move, clearly enjoying the manner in whichMandy was ordering me to serve her.Embarrassed to be permitting it, but incapable of doing anything.