Peni and Wes came in next along with my brother, Mike. I was Mike's plus one. Stacy and Don followed with Connie and Billy. Everyone was out by the po...l when I walked out. All the girls were stunning in their micro bikinis. The guys were all wearing bikini suits so the girls could get a good look at their bulge.I went over and stood behind the bar helping Dad. Everyone shared a greeting and were having a drink. I had a glass of wine since Mom and Dad wouldn't allow me to have liquor. Dad asked. She looked up at me, and slid up on the bed and kissed me, all the while she was still jerking me off. She pulled back, and jokingly said, "Now quit being so nervous around me." and kissed me again. I shifted myself so I could reach her pussy. I slid my hand between her legs, and started to rub her through her shorts. She let out a moan into my mouth. I started to chuckle. She did too. I couldn't help myself anymore, I pulled my hand back and slipped it under her shorts and panties. I rubbed my. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. I had always been what people would describe as a "good girl". I paid all my bills on time, I didn't drink much, and I didn't even stay out late. I had only one boyfriend in all my 27 years of being alive. Now it was the time for me to change everything that I knew.I walked into my bedroom to see what would need to be done before Brent came over.There wasn't much to do. Some laundry needed to be picked up and the dress I wore last night would have. He put my shot down on the coffee table in front of me.I knew we needed to establish some rules. I touched his arm and he looked at me.“We shouldn’t call each other by name when we’re doing this. That would be a bad habit to develop,” I said. “I’ll call you ‘sir’ and you can call me anything you like as part of our fantasy.”I needed to tell him one more thing, but it was difficult.“And . . . I really mean you can call me ANYTHING. I kind of . . . get off . . . on verbal humiliation.” I could.