“Now get that frumpy t-shirt off. My sex slave only wears the tightest, hottest clothes. If she has nothing hot to wear, then she goes naked.”“Y...s, Master!” I moaned. I rose and ripped off my t-shirt, my round breasts bouncing before me. My pink nipples were hard. Then I shoved down my panties. They weren't skimpy enough. They were just plain, boring panties. Comfortable panties.I stepped out of them, posing as he snapped more pics of me. FLASH!I let him see my naked tits and my shaved pussy. I. ”“Can you share it on your Facebook News page, please?”“Sure. I was wondering if you were hard enough for another blow job?”“Oh, I’m still savoring that first one, Sis! It will forever be in my memory.”“You do understand about love, don’t you? When you told that you loved me, I kind of freaked out. Do you have any condoms?”“NO!” I said, probably over-reacting. “Why do I need any condoms? I won’t be making love to anyone, but my left hand for a very long time. I’d be scared to try anything with. While they were dancing he again apologized and was glad to see her happy. He also told her that he had a job lined up at the Chevy plant as a custodian, which is why he had cut his hair. It seemed that our friend had finally “grown-up”, and I was glad to see that he seemed to have learned a valuable lesson, if a harsh one.Finally at 11 we made our departure, and got back inside the limo and headed to the hotel. Jack asked the driver if he could take some pictures of us in the back, and he did. But not just you, Tim and Barb, too. Is that okay?”I hugged her tighter and kissed her lips. “It’s perfect. Because that is the way I feel and I know it is the way they feel, too.” I raise my eyes to indicate the occupants of the other bed. “We’re not exclusive, dear, just the opposite, we are inclusive. We have a number of intimate friends we enjoy, as you know, but our family group is very, very unique and special to us. You became a part of that a while ago, whether you became sexually.