I went to bed that night with a raging hard-on and masturbated to her words.I rang the bell and she came to the door dressed in a Tight Fitting Dress ...hat hugged her tits and ass. She let me in and I followed her into the living room. She did not have any Heels on, but was wearing Black Nylons. She sat down and told me that since I did not tell her what kind and color of High Heels to wear that she would let me choose. There were boxes on the table and she told me to pick out a pair and put. Or anyone for that matter. I’d love them just the same, regardless of their sexual orientation.” She cracked a smile. “You’re such an idiot, Sketch.” “But I’m your idiot.” “And don’t you forget it.” We were just cuddling together, enjoying our closeness when someone tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey Tammy. Anna.” My sister was standing tall in front of me., defiance in her eyes, confidence in her stance. “Tammy and I are…” “Go ahead Anna. Say it. He won’t care.” Tammy rubbed her back, coaxing. He touched the tag and gave it a tug. ‘Whose slut are you?’ he asked. ‘Your slut.’ she said looking him deep in his eyes the color of the sea after a storm with a smile on her lips. He unbuttoned the next button on the coat. This time he pulled the leash hard. Holding the leash tight he asked again ‘Whose slut are you?’ ‘Your SLUT!’ she breathed out. He unbuttoned the last button on the coat. He quietly walked around her, stopping behind her. He grabbed the collar of the coat and stripped it. As it happened, both of us decided not to go home for the three-day weekend, but my roommate did. Heather and I and a mutual friend ended up in my room for a while. He invited us to a party he knew about and left after some time, saying he'd meet us there.At this point, we'd both been drinking and now we were alone in the silence of my room. I think we both knew what was about to happen, but we probably couldn't have guessed the extent of it.We were standing there from having just said goodbye.