"Rich, aren't they?" she asked.I shrugged. Maybe they were, who knows? I was a kid, I didn't noticethat sort of thing."Lots of fancy furniture?" Yeah,...I guess so." Pictures on the wall?" Yeah." Silverwear on the tables?" ...yeah." I had to think about that one."Like it better over there?" No," I replied immediately. Mom fixed me with a level, measuringstare, silently estimating the truth of my answer. I couldn'tunderstand my mother's growing hostility towards Eva Reinhart. They'dspoken maybe. “Oh, Billy, look!” she squealed. “It’s perfect!” I followed her in and I was glad to see that the branches had held out much of the snow. The ground beneath the tree was white, but not as deep as I had feared. Jill spread out one of the quilts so that the top edge of it snuggled against the base of the tree. I was wondering if this was a good idea, with the cold and all, but suddenly I was being pulled downward by this beautiful girl and my doubts vanished. Her lips found mine and she was. I let the phone ring three times before I picked it up, just to add to her distress. ‘M… Master, I am h… here,’ she said, her voice cracking in anticipation. ‘Hello My slut,’ I said, ‘In your ashtray you will find a surprise. Open it and tell Me what you find.’ She opened the ashtray and I heard her gasp as she found what she was looking for. ‘Nipple clamps? Master what…’ ‘Yes, little one. Now I want you to take off your jacket and your blouse. I want you to play with your nipples until you. Not only were they small, but my hands were shaking as well. Rae just lay perfectly still as I fumbled and finally got the two hooks open, then I rolled her onto her back. As she rolled over, she held her bra in place so it still covered her tits.“Hey, no fair!” I exclaimed reaching for the last barrier to seeing tits for the first time ever. Rae just lay there with a taunting little smile as if daring me to take action, so I did. I placed my hands just below the cups and gently slid them.