Miller sent was a modest shirt dress, my parents couldnt complain about. Of course it was to small, so my 32C tits strained at the front but that usua...ly happened with my clothes. My mother made me wear a sweater, and they just gushed when Charles Miller came to take me to a fancy dinner in the city, they were so nice to him. They still had no idea. Once we were in the car, and out of town heading to the city Mr. Miller looked me over. Do you have on panties slut? I nodded. Take them off. I. She then yelled down't stop and flinched having a great O. she laid back and said thanks. I then said how about me know she laughed and said o yea you have never forgot me. she then said ok I started to slide down my panties and she said no get on all fours. she then got up out of the bed and got some lube, I asked her what she was doing, she said that since i was so cute in my panties and gave such a great hand job then I should have my pussy fucked good. i was horrified.I said wait ive never. I kept asking what they needed me there for and they said it was going to be fun. They decided to have it at Samantha’s condo which was good sized and had a large living area and a couple of large bedrooms.The night of the party I was told to come over early about an hour before it started. When I got there Samantha opened the door dressed in a bustier with nipple holes, thigh high stockings with garters and crotchless panties. I have to say she was very hot looking for someone in her forties. "I looked up at her and saw the ultra-serious but somewhat overly-intense wide-eyed look on her face. I saw a hint of her slightly-crazy depth in that look, for the first time. As I looked into her eyes, she slowly intoned "There is no way back, slave... and if you break any rules I give you and I find out, I... will... punish... you."She kept on staring into my eyes until the mood became a bit uncomfortable.But she shifted gears wildly again and chirpily smiled and said "But for now, finish.