By this time her nipples were rock hard and we could feel them from over her bra and kurta we put her on top of a table we started to slowly tease her...and took off her clothes and left her wearing only her bra and panty.Then we boys made it clear that we would fuck this bitch one by one and we all agreed. I said I want to go first and so I did. I took off her panty and what I saw made me really horny. She was clean shaven and this made her even more fuckiliscious! I slowly started to lick her. ” I say boldly, as the fire in my loins turning into a raging inferno. “How does a slave get their leash back?”Her eyes burn into me as she says “The slave has to say I quit and all will end. If the slave says the word “Red” it means things have gone too far, slow down.”I gasp for air, my breasts heaving as I struggle to decide. Here is my chance, but very few of my fantasy's were with women. But oh god, my pussy was on fire thinking about finally being a sex slave. Finally, I muster up enough. For a mother so close to her c***dren such as her, it must have spelled trouble that her son was dodging her persistently. Adding insult to injury, I hadn't talked to my sister in weeks, hadn't even gone up to check up on my niece.This was bound to happen at some point. The only positive of this visit that I can think of is that it would be the moment of truth. If I can somehow get through this weekend without doing anything crazy or comprising myself than the rest would be piece of cake. I can. .. if she wasn't turned seventeen.Nights, for the summer months after he shut off the lights, let out the dogs and locked up ... nights he'd stop at 'Dot's' for a cold one and a single hand of poker.The boys knew he was just there for that one hand but they didn't mind ... because, during the beer and after the poker hand, he'd wax eloquently about the blond beauty in the junkyard office.He'd gone out and broke the air-conditioning on purpose so, all summer long, she'd worn handkerchief.