I will get the red thong she thought. Mitch had gone to school late of course and been texted to report to the school mistress, Mrs Sloan. Mitch pulle... the front of her top down exposing more of her cleavage, pulled the skirt up until the hem line was just covered her red thong and walked in."Sit down please Michelle. We need to talk about your tardiness" Mrs Sloan said as her eyes focussed on the young woman's stiff nipples pressing against the taut fabric then drifted down between her legs. There must be some logic theresomewhere. Right? Uhm."It will be like dress-up. Besides, this outfit will fit your servantduties much better."I looked at her, I wasn't sure if she was still teasing. "Oh you likebeing served do you?" I felt I should keep the game going, besides, itcould take off."I love being served," she said with a big smile. She knelt down and Ifelt her fingers dancing over my upper thighs, my stockings were quicklyreleased. She gently pushed me on to the bed so I was. I was beginning to comprehend what that look had come to mean for her over the past few years. When she was younger, maybe before she discovered the joys of sex and incest, that look just meant she wanted something and wasnt about to let anything get in her way. Now that look was full of only one desire: lust. And if I say no? I sounded braver than I felt. Saying no to my mom usually got me the belt. But this time… If you dont want to, Im not gonna fight you. Relief washed over me. However… Oh. "If you don't let me up to go to the bathroom, I'll wet the bed." Tisk, tisk, we mustn't let that happen." He set the tray with her dinner on the stainless steel table. "I'd have to punish you if you soiled the bed."He unbuckled the restraints on her wrists. "Sit up and put your arms behind you," he said. "You know the drill."Carrie obeyed. It was her nature to obey an adult, but even if she were inclined to tell Baldy to jump in the lake, her throbbing kidneys demanded that she cooperate. She.