So, Ronnie had a date ... a date for sex or a date with a joke. He would soon find out for himself.He was hoping, of course, in two things: that the p...omise of a blow job was correct and true and that the hours until eight o'clock would speed by. The former he would know before the day was over and the latter, well, like any eagerly-awaited event, the time dragged-by second-by-second, minute-by-minute.But, the hour did come and turning into Anna's front walk he saw that there was only one car. ?Now then, slut-slave, why don't you tell dirt-bag just what you are?? Mistress suggested.?I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I'm a harlot. I am not worthy to lick Mistress's boots? Angela began. This was a litany she knew by heart. ?I'm a bitch in heat, driven by my animal need to satisfy my putrid cunt, my filthy lusts, my sick perverted desires. I am forever grateful to Mistress for showing me what I am and I love my Mistress for allowing me to serve her, allowing me within her gracious. "Thanks for reminding me Kate," he said as he sprayed some onhis neck and arms and playfully squirted a bit at Phil, it was somethingMum used to do to Dad back when he was dressed as a man."Any of you girls want a spray?" he asked.Phil didn't object to being sprayed like Dad would have and I wonderedhow long she would last as my brother and if she would have felt lessisolated if Mum or Aunt Charlotte had dressed as men.Dad put the perfume back in his handbag and followed the other two ladiesout. .....The vibrator clatters rolling and I pick it up, walk out from around behind your wife and approach you. "Lift your legs" I order and obediently you lift your legs up and expose your pink anus. I push in the vibrator that just came out of your daughter's ass, the hard plastic humming in your anus and then amplified and radiating vibrations through your prostate and perineum and your pecker is rock hard and aching throbbing as the vibrations deep inside drive you crazy and you kick your feet.