He could tell from the strain in both her voice and her smile that she was bravely trying to face the facts. "I won't ever ask you that again. Drink u... and let's have some fun!"Later on in the night Jim found himself lying in Vickie's bed. He had evidently let his empty stomach, his fatigue, and the beer get to him because he didn't remember her having helped him into bed. She was busily applying herself to reviving one of his lower extremities. He could tell from the pleasurable sensations. . knew what he was ... um ... doing could make a girl ... um ... feel ... um ... things that she didn't want to and she couldn't stop it and it wasn't her fault and it didn't mean that she was a slut or anything like that cause she really couldn't help it and she really really tried to stop it but she just couldn't so it really didn't mean anything? Remember?"I reached over and tickled her sides, making her squeal. "Wow! And you said all that in one breath? Yes, I remember"."Well, I understood. After exchanging pleasantries, I told them that for tonight, I would be the master, bull and director, and DD would play my part. That since I was the master, they were my sex slaves and I was going to have a lot of fun with them was that okay? "Oh yes master!" They giggled in unison. Well, let's get prepared first, Camille, go put on suspenders, stockings and your sexiest heels and whatever else you'd like to entice your bull. Here's what Sandi wore when we played this.DD, you're going to be. It all happened around the time when I had just turned eighteen-year-old. I was tall and lanky, an athlete and at the same time a delinquent; continually skipping class to hang out with friends at the local game room by the high school. Students would visit the game room during breaks in their schedule, after school, or simply skip class. It was the place to hang out and meet up with friends anytime, even on weekends.I was unimpressed with school and more concerned with being around friends,.