We screwed. You little whore! He said, still smiling. Youre a little slut, arent you? All I could manage was to laugh. Did you at least get his number... He was cute! Tom asked. Yea, I replied. He wrote it on my dick. Tom burst out in laughter. Well what are you waiting for! Take off your pants so we can call him! Tom said. I obliged, and dropped my pants. Ive never seen you flacid before, Tom said again. Oh look. He must have wrote his number when you were hard, because its all squashed now.. It’s the closest our family ever gets to any sort of prayer and I think originally Dad objected to even saying that much but he got outvoted. I mean, there’s not much point in having Thanksgiving if you don’t give thanks, is there? And Nana always carefully keeps Dad happy by not mentioning who we’re giving thanks to. We just say thanks and put it out there into the universe where it can float around until it finds somewhere to land. Maybe if the thanks lands in the right place it will plant. They’ll knock the smell out.” With that Kathy and Cora put on their skirts and blouses and Gary and I got dressed again. “Cora…give my brother your bra and panties as a souvenir.”As we sat in the lot at White Castle eating, Kathy turned to Cora. “You know, you said your mom had a vibrator. That means she’s not getting enough cock from your daddy.” Cora giggled. “How would you like it if we found a way to get your mom to fuck some high school boys? Would you like that?” Cora answered with an. "Now, will you stip off those clothes like my good slut?, or will Sir have to spank you again?". "No Sir", she whispers and starts to undress. Master is very pleased with his slut now.He takes her clothes and tells her to face the bar, and if she moves, her tender, but now bare bottom will get another spanking. She does as was instructed and faces the bar. He is gone only moments before returning to her. "I have your outfit here, and you will wear this at all times, am I understood slut?"..