I gave the driver the finger and headed home finally. Excitedly I picked up the package, unlocked my door and closed it behind me. Home at last. Smili...g, I knew the contents. I decided to strip right here.Kicking off my shoes and than wiggling out of my mini skirt. I peel down my see through stockings as well as my black thong. Its already wet from my obvious arousal. Naked from the waist down, I slide my white shirt that reads, "Girls & Wings" over my head. Tossing it to the ground, I unfasten. She went to the mantle and took down a box with an identical white flower with blue tipped petals and pinned it to my suit.Bethany’s mom took an entire roll of pictures with her 35mm camera, including some in the backyard under a tree. She promised to provide me copies of the pictures once she had them developed. Once we finished, we went back inside to wait for the limo to arrive. Bethany’s dad reminded her that her curfew was 1:00am and I promised to have her home by then. The limo arrived to. The next time I looked in the mirror I felt savage and ready to strike.With a final kiss to my reflection, I headed downstairs to greet my painslut.He stood in shock as I descended the staircase, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth."Brett! So lovely to see you again! I trust you've follow my instructions for preparation?", I asked. It was almost an absurd question, as my little pet always followed instructions. But men are weak and you never know when they'll disappoint you in their. My brain was processing a greater quantity of sensory information, my mind struggling to handle it as the adrenaline flooded out of my adrenal glands and pumped through my bloodstream. The hormone was responsible for my increased brain activity, giving me the illusion that time had slowed down. This allowed me to scrutinize the agent, to process what he was doing, that his threat was no empty boast, that his finger was poised to pull the trigger. It would only take a few pounds of force to.