"You're going out early," Beth commented as she slid into the kitchen in her socks, her shoes in her hands."We have about a 2-hour drive to get to you... Aunt Becky's house," Brian Higgins told his daughter, his eyes taking in her micro-mini skirt and halter top, obviously braless underneath as her nipples were prominently visible poking out into the silk material."You're going to a party wearing trench coats in September?" Bart asked as he came into the kitchen wearing his ubiquitous jeans and. She had her eyes closed and this intense look of concentration. Her right index finger was in her mouth from side to side. It looked like she was biting down on it. I kissed the other knee and got a milder shiver.The next button was just above her knees. I had to move up a bit to reach it comfortably. As I moved up on the bed I realized I had a very hard dick. With gym shorts and no underwear on I'm sure it was something to see. I didn't pay any attention to it.Three inches more put me almost. She seemed outgoing and her breakfast companion called her Melissa.With my hair hanging over my plate, I concentrated on her conversation. She talked about the work ahead of her in the kitchen and promised to bring in sugar packs for the two’s secret stash of tea. As she was explaining her plans to snatch some donuts to bring in, Bertha stepped up beside me.“Give me your bacon.” she demanded, balls of fists resting on her hips.Not bothering to look up at her, I hissed, “Go away.” and picked up. " Who is Dawn?" Dawn is your slave." Who is Dawn?" I am Dawn, my mistress." What is Dawn?" Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn." Is Dawn my little panty slave?" Yes." Yes, what?" Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty slave and she wants... no needs ... to cum, please!"My mistress's face took on a stern expression again.I knew immediately I had done something wrong.The smack across my face proved it."Dawn, when will you realize that what you want is of noconcern to me? You are going to lose your.