I didn’t have to make them want me, they did already; and it was simple enough to make them feel inferior and dependent on me, undeserving of my com...any. After all, there was some truth to that: I was confident, strong, decisive, everything they weren’t; I commanded and they obeyed. Things got harder when it came to making them into my meek pets, rather than girlfriends, but that was also possible with a bit of work. Making them voluntarily serve my feet, though ... I’d never managed it yet,. Girls are used to wearing bras and they don'tfind it weird at all if their boyfriends do!"I walked out reassured and went back to my mother telling her that herestimation of my size was correct. She kept shopping and we went backhome with a few new bras that replaced the 38As of the same color. Sheeven bought me a couple of sleep bras to help things stay in place atnight. They were made of a cotton blend and quite elasticated. Theyseemed massive compared to the other bras that I wore but they. I cried out, stopped cursing him and asking him not to fuck me I was still hurting. Heath ignored me and shoved his cock inside my ass, I screamed the more I moved the more it hurt. Heath grabbed my hips and slammed all of himself inside of me I gripped the table tring to stay stead.“Ooh yes that white boipussy is tight!”“Shit, ow! Fuck fucking demon prick stop! Fucking coon asshole!” Heath laughed“Bitch please, you want this shit. You’re over grown clit is harder than a motherfucker.” Heath. ”“It’s not a thing,” Tommy said, feeling it twitch.“All right, your penis. Anyhow, do you want to fuck me?”“Of course,” Tommy said. “What do you think? You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”“It’s still none of your business.”“Let’s go back in,” Tommy said, taking her hand and pulling.“I’m going to stay a virgin, too.”“Not if you keep going out with Jack. He’ll have your pants off by the third date.”“Want to bet?” Nancy said, hurt and angry.“Same bet?”“Right,” Nancy said, shaking his hand.Tommy didn’t.