Don’t be late she said as she walked out the door. I stood up, looked at the clothes on the bed and thought are you k**ding. Then I looked at the cl...ck on the dresser and the time was ticking away. I don’t wear a bra and had to struggle to put this on. The hooks caused me trouble and cost me time. I finished getting dressed and hurried out to the breakfast table. I knelt next to the table. Between my wife and my Mistress. I clasped my hands behind my back, bowed my head and waited to be. Yes, allthree of them commented on her legs, her skirt, hercleavage, her make up, this is just something girls do.It doesn’t matter whether they are fourteen, sixteen,twenty five, or, as in this case, in their forties.This is a girl thing. Susan laughed and sipped hercocktails as her friends used the words like ‘foxy’,‘minx’ and felt the pleasant tremors in her lower bellywhen the words jokingly changed into ‘slut’ and‘fucktoy’. It’s those moments when enjoying being sexy justbecause you are. Nature was catching up to me though. Courtney's stories were getting to me. Every story got my pussy wet. The taste of the cum out of her pussy made me wish it was my pussy full of cum. But I had always been saving myself for that special someone. The man who took my virginity was to be the man I cared for. I always assumed it would be my husband. But could I wait? Then it hit me. My step father was the man I cared deeply about. My mom divorced when I was young, and remarried. My new step. Stood around smoking and drinking beer out of bottles. They acknowledged Carl by raising their bottles, then walked over towards us.Carl parked the truck and opened the driver's door and rolled out of the vehicle. He hadn't bothered to push his cock back into his shorts or zip back up. He turned and grabbed me by the upper arm and pulled me out. He had suddenly started to get aggressive. He pulled me to the back of the truck and unlatched the tailgate; letting it fall with a bang. With a jerk.