" Father Secco interrupted, "That won't be necessary, son. I want no physical contact." "Sir, I'm going to have to ask that you leave a number so th...t I can have Ms. Harris call you back. I do not have the authority to waive policy." "Will you instead schedule an interview, and I'll call during that time slot? Friday afternoons are best for me." "Very well, sir. Friday afternoon at three o'clock. May I have a name for our records?" "Thaddeus," Father Secco sputtered. "Um—Antony Thaddeus." . No,I'm pretty sure he believed me that they really were your panties. I wassimply keeping them as a token. Or perhaps as a trophy? Yes, that's it! Iwas keeping your panties in my desk as a trophy! But it didn't matterwhat I tried; Pete didn't seem to buy it.Now what he did next didn't make much sense to me at all. He draped themover the couch next to me and then pretty much ignored them while he satdown to watch TV. But I kept glancing over at them. He seemedunconcerned. I couldn't keep those. She scooted over next to me and held my arm the whole way but we didn't really talk. About half way, she ran her hand down my thigh and back up, clutching my throbbing erection at the end of the stroke. I put my right arm around her and cupped her right breast and felt my cock try to grow bigger and harder.I followed her directions to a nice neighborhood and a nice if small house. She led me inside and directly to a bedroom. I didn't even catch sight of Jason. She closed the door and turned to. "Pierced! Oh god please no, I don't want pierced nipples. Then my husband spoke."Okay bitch! As of today, your 35th Wedding Anniversary, you will become our official slave. That way you should be able to always remember when you lost your freedom and become the sole property of your son and myself. Both of us will be your MASTERS and you will be trained to obey us in an instant." Tell me bitch, have you ever thought that you could lick dog shit off my boots? No! Well my dear you will!.