The clothes were a few years out of style, and a few sizes too big for the slender shapeless girl, but to Sara they were beautiful magical gowns and s...e wanted them all. Sadly, she knew that was impossible. She still bore the scars both mental and physical from the beating her father gave her the last time he'd caught her in a dress. With tears welling in her eyes, she neatly folded the clothes and placed them back in the suitcase. The last outfit she packed was her favorite: a long. ’ ‘What does that mean?’ ‘It means that mothers don’t talk intimately to their sons about such a thing, and the answer I’ve just given you means I don’t have to lie.’ ‘Then I take it you really mean yes.’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh mother! You are confusing me.’ ‘Why don’t you just run along and fetch my brandy.’ Matt looked at his mother, her eyes were sparkling. He knew she thrived on repartee, but rarely had the opportunity to engage. Yes and no, what a bloody idiotic answer! After long thought and talking. The tingling of arousal began its trek from the wet spot between her legs all through her veins. She could feel the heat move through each vessel. She could not take it any more. She stood up, felt the release of more fluid form on the lining of her panties, pulled the curtain back and opened the window. Slowly, she leaned out, looked around first before she decided to yell to him, and satisfied, yelled, “I’m Ready!” He looked up and she motioned him to come up to her room. He could not turn. Hers. She revelled on the feel of the voluptuous body palpitating beneath hers. How wonderful it was to know that Julia was her slave! That she could do whatever she liked with her, whenever she wanted. And that she could make Julia do whatever she wanted to her. Yes... no doubt, about it, to be the owner of a slave added an extra dimension to one’s pleasures.Abruptly Glenda removed the dildo and rolled off her victim.“Marisa,” called Glenda, “come and take this thing off me.”The young girl,.