Slapping my face again she demands my apology.“I am sorry, Mistress, your worthless slave kept you waiting. Mistress should never suffer discomfort ...ecause her slave is not here to attend her. Mistress is goddess, and I kneel at your altar and beg for your favour.” I am begging with a hunger that makes her smirk.Looking up at her, proud breasts contained in her sports bra, my own uniform tunic and beret showing that she has claimed all that I have earned, all that I might be, I look at her. Wo aaj kal se bhi zyada apni chuchi dikha rahi thi to mera bhi man karne laga usko chodne ka. Phir maine bato bato me usse uske boyfriend ke bare me poocha to boli ki koi nahi hai ek tha per ab mera breakup ho gaya kafi der Tak baat hote hote maine usse poocha ki kya tum virgin ho matlab ki tum baghair chudi ho to wo boli nahi ek baar mera boyfriend mujhe chod chuka hai. Ab mera lund to lower me rukne ke liye tayyar hi nahi ho raha tha phir maine usse kaha ki mujhe bhi kisi ladki ki virginity. ’ Clearly, Todd was no help, and I simply walked away. When Aunt Shirley called Friday night about her trip to see us the following weekend, I asked for her opinion. After all, having been divorced three times and currently engaged to someone else, plus who knows how many boyfriends who never bothered to propose, she would have been courted by so many guys that she would certainly have an idea or two that I could use. ‘I’ve had guys try to wow me with their muscles, their wit, their charm,. Chad, my youngest son was my best man. Our daughter Sasha was one of Vicky’s bridesmaid and our son Billy was giving his mother away. My twins from my first marriage were both in the wedding. Lisa, my oldest daughter was one of Vicky’s best friends and her matron of honor. Her daughter, my granddaughter Brittney, was the flower girl while my son Mike’s youngest son, Jimmy, was the ring bearer. It was truly a family wedding. Mike and his wife, and Lisa and her husband each had three kids. I.