“Who was it,” Aeacus hissed, demanding. “Who stretched you out?”“I don’t know!” Shelly cried harder, wanting nothing more than to give a... answer and please her mistress. She felt full as Aeacus’s cock filled her up, so why did she think Shelly was loose?“Who?” Aeacus all but screamed at Shelly.Shelly felt those long fingernails start to dig into her tender flesh, ripping another sob from her. Why wouldn’t she believe that Shelly didn’t know? Did she think anyone could please her as well as her. I then grabbed the black thong panties with the lace panel on the front to make a match set. I pulled them up my stocking-clad legs and tucked my penis between my legs and pulled them tight to hold it in place. I followed that with her ultra short black pleated skirt and buttoned it. It was just long enough to cover my ass and a touch of thigh. My stocking tops and garters met a couple inches below that and added to the slut look. I searched through the pile and picked out the best shirt she. We lived in a county enclave, she was accosted in the City of St. Petersburg. We called in a report, met with the cop, and I knew nothing was going to come of it. I had a friend on the St. Pete Police Dept., that got me the asshole’s address. Based on his tag number. St Pete Police warned him, but I met him with a .44 magnum under his nose, (leaning over the top of his Camaro), and promised him that the world was not a big enough place for both of us if he ever bothered my daughter again. I. In the Master bedroom He stopped and turned, looking at me and said Strip now, and place your hands behind your back.Setting down my bag i did as instructed.Sir walked around me, his work hardened hand gently running across my nipples, belly, ass and finally He grasped me by the neck, squeezing slightly."For the next few days your Mine, your here for MY pleasure not yours.Now I've bought a couple items I want you to put on, then your to get your Ballet boots from the bag and put them on,.