The day i found out what they were doing in my moms room was 2 of my friends got up and left my room, before i said anything my friend who later on en...ed up fucking my mom told me, "you know what we started doing when we all get together right?". I asked what he said depending at who's house were at and if the timing is right so we dont get caught is, we sneek into our parents bedroom look thro thier drawers until we find panties and we jerk off to them. When he told me that i got instantly. Usually, I reply to "Hey", with "That is what horses eat." Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn't get it.The eighth message I received was from a guy whose profile was complete. He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was into. His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom. His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be. She had to look up the number before she called."Spearfish Signs," Jackie answered. Kirsten was taken a little aback, but realized that was how Jackie answered the phone, day or night."Hi, Jackie. This is Kirsten. Do you have any idea where our wandering boys are?" No, I don't," Jackie replied. "I sort of figured they stopped off at your place to move something, after they got back from Warsaw." I'm not too sure why they went to Warsaw, anyway. Mike said that he had someone he wanted to see." I. “I see my little slave girl is pleased to see me this morning.” he smirks. It isn’t a question, but I know I am allowed to speak at this point.“Yes Master. The slut is always pleased when Gunny comes to use his slut in the mornings.”I speak of myself in the third person, using the words of my humiliation, because I know Gunny likes this manner. I enjoy the debasement, though self-applied and minor at this point. I so love calling myself a slut. I am a slut after all, though you would never know.