"Come here, slave," she says, her voice commanding and clear. I walk to her, keeping my eyes averted. Arriving in front of her I kneel and place my ha...ds palm up, not speaking, yet showing my submission. She pets my hair softly and runs her hand across my cheek gingerly. Then, she touches my face just above my lip, feeling the bald place where my moustache once belonged. "You have done well, my slave. I was wondering how far your obedience would reach. I am impressed. And I do not impress. Thongs are my underwear of choice and I love wearing sexy bras. I love how they make my pretty breasts look. My active imagination usually strays to sex with a frequency that would scare a psychiatrist. I keep it to myself, because I dont want anyone to know that side of me, but it is there and a real aspect of my daily life. If I thought I could have gotten away with being a stripper I probably would have become one. My parents would have killed me but I think I would have enjoyed the work. . "Good morning," she said leaning over to kiss my forehead. This was too weird."What's going on?" It's time to wake up. Ronnie wants you ready in thirty minutes." Ready? Ready for what?" Work. You'll need to start earlier because you disappointed him." I disappointed him? How?" By not earning enough last night. You'll need to make it up today so hurry and get dressed."I couldn't freaking believe what I was hearing! My own mother was telling me her husband wants me to start prostituting earlier. After a little while of pure enjoyment holding onto Amy's hips watching her tits sway from above listening to her moans of pleasure and feeling her hot tight little pussy I had to push in a little more, now I felt a little resistance, in truth I'd never had a virgin I assumed every virgin bled but this was more of a stretching of her hymen. I held there and then slowly pushed in Amy groaned in pleasure and Char said her eyes rolled back, finally I was all in and held right there soaking in how.