" Dad said."It's not my birthday." I replied."I know, but something always happens a few weeks before your birthday so I can't get you the present I w...nt you to have, so I decided to get it for you early this year." I hugged my Dad and he left me to my own devices, silently shaking the Polaroid he had got of my little leap of joy (which was actually kind of like the ones the actors used to perform in the old Toyota commercials from the eighties).As soon as the door was closed, I immediately set. I turned on the shower and washed up before the water had a chance to get warm. I quickly dried off and was on my knees, next to the bed in less than 5 minutes. Mistress was placing clothes on the bed I was to wear today. The pair of jeans, socks and sneakers were okay. But then she brought out a pink shirt. Not a t-shirt but a female blouse. After that she brought out a black bra and a red pair of lace panties. Get dressed. You have 5 minutes. I’ll be at the breakfast table waiting. Don’t be. She enticingly swings her hips as she unclasps her bra, flashing him her perfect breasts. He wants to jump off the couch and just bang her right then and there, but he started this little game, and he’s determined to see it through. Meg hooks the hem of her shorts and shimmies out of them, leaving her only in a lacy thong that she quickly takes off. Damn him and his slow, she thinks as she stands in front of him, waiting for another direction. “Crawl over here now,” he growls, stroking his cock. I certainly didn't want to confront her at school, so I waited until I could get the nerve up to call her one evening. After pacing my room nervously, I finally called Molly."Hello?" Molly, it's Sean. Can I talk to you for a minute?"She chuckled softly, a throaty sound even over telephone wires. "I thought I'd hear from you eventually," she said."Hey, all I want to know is if what I've heard is true," I said roughly. "Nothing more." And what have you heard, Sean?" she asked, almost playfully.I.