"Come, come, my little fellow, don't be angry. See, I have thought about you--look at the good breakfast we are going to have; nothing but what you ar... fond of." Andrea, indeed, inhaled the scent of something cooking which was not unwelcome to him, hungry as he was; it was that mixture of fat and garlic peculiar to provincial kitchens of an inferior order, added to that of dried fish, and above all, the pungent smell of musk and cloves. These odors escaped from two deep dishes which were. In the beginning he invited men who looked at me with a goddess status, men who could only imagine making love to me, I was out of their league, but he made me available to them, the first few ending in disaster, but there was no mistaking the thrill of doing it.The first man was in his fifties, thirty one years older than I, and I was to appear more drunk than I was and tease him all the way back to our house.Once there they drank more spirits until they were really gone, and I undressed into. .That night, after school, mum took me to the shops so she could help me choose something suitable for two days and nights away in a luxury hotel. "We've got to have you looking your best for my sister", she told me with a smile. "She always looks pretty hot when she goes out, so we don't want you feeling under dressed, do we."That did surprise me a little, my mum referring to her sister as "pretty hot", but I certainly couldn't disagree with her description as I often thought of her that way. . I don't work here as a slave,... but as you know I do like to play around as a submissive! I am here with my boyfriend celebrating our relationship and coming out. And most importantly because I trust the people here. I have not yet experienced that with the two of you! You just keep trying to play fucking mind-games with me. And I am sick and tiered of that.", I called back angrily. "As you have already been told. This is a private party. You are not invited here. Be kind enough to leave.