“May I still be your slave every once in awhile?”Betty smiled and squeezed her daughter’s breast. “Yes, sweetheart. You can be our slave occas...onally.”Kathleen moved back into the house that she had shared with Marge. She brought her new slavegirl, Kim, with her. One of the first orders of business was increasing the security to protect against Mandy. The locks were changed and a new security system was installed.The second order of business was to shop for a dog. They hoped that the dog would. He took little time to look at my offering before his mouth was descending onto my cock, sending me to heaven. He sucked on my erection for a few minutes, then turned me over on my stomach.This is what I’d been waiting for. He spit and played his fingers on my puckered opening. I wanted more and told him so. I was desperate to get stuffed full of his cock.“Shhh. Relax, soldier. Be patient,” he chided me.I didn’t have to be patient long, as he obviously felt he’d prepped my ass enough for. Not only had I been drinking underage but I was over the legal limit double. I was scared to death. He said, this car is registered to a man named Richard Davis. I told him that was my stepdad."Hmmm he is not going to be happy that you were driving his car while intoxicated and speeding to boot."I hung my head miserably. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. He called for a tow truck and I cried as they loaded the mustang up. He put me in the backseat and we started driving to the. We nearly decided to give it a miss because we had all the clothes we needed. We had time left so we decided we might as well see what they had. We were glad we did. They had a wonderful range of dressing-up clothes. The assistant explained that the local amateur dramatic group had donated all their old costumes because they had run out of space. We rummaged through rail after rail of exotic costumes. We tried on several. June was spectacular as a medieval wench with her tits bulging out. She.