"Nosir",she replied, hervoice shaking.It occurred to me I didn't know theboy's name."What's your name kid?","Billy"he said."Well,Billy, this is Sandra...,"And I have askedher to join our party".I yanked harder on herhair, and began cutting the buttons off her blouse,one by one, she was wearing a very sexy black lacebra. I cut the bra in the middle, exposing a very nice set of tits, very bigand firmer than I expected.I left her cut shirt andbra on, and told her to get down on her knees in front of. I would not make the same mistakes again. I would train Brian the way I wanted. He would be my perfect little slave; he would not be my partner or my husband. He would be "owned" by me, and I would have total control over him.“The most important thing for me is trust and honesty," I told him. “Will you always be honest and trust in me?”“Yes Miss,” he answered.With that, I led him to the bathroom. Slowly, I pull off his shirt over his head. I take the time to pinch his nipples. Then I pull down. "Unhh! Yeah! Fucking take it, you crazy bitch! Shit!" He was cumming hard, spots appearing before his vision. Below him, he felt Zee arch her back, gasping and orgasming again.He collapsed on top of her and could taste her blood in his mouth. She cooed in his ear as she stroked his back. "That's better..." he commented.Finally, he grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out, only to find that it was the only thing left attached. The rest of the prophylactic had been shredded. "Holy. " Behind the anger, there almostseemed to be sadness in his voice.By the time my sight cleared, I could see Mom had both arms around myfathers neck and was trying to pull him away from me. This probably would have worked better if she were either taller or heavier. Instead,it just seemed to make him angrier.Before Aunt Marie could pull me out of his reach, my father grabbed myarm and yanked at my collar again. There was another tearing sound andone side of the dress now hung off my shoulder. My.