Sandy looked towards the stage, and there, at the very front, stood her Mistress, resplendent in a long, flowing gown of solid black. An audible gasp ...scaped Sandy's lips as the sight of her Mistress overwhelmed her, and caused her arousal to grow.In a booming voice, Mistress declared, "Let us begin. Eve, bring the slave to the altar!"Sandy felt at a tug on her collar as Eve used the leash to lead Sandy forward. With each short, hobbled step, she could feel her arousal increasing as she moved. With the next one, her tongue met mine. And when we met for the next one, I wrapped her up and guided her down onto my bed.My self-loathing side screamed at me that this was wrong, but it sounded like it was yelling from the other end of a football field. I could hear it, even understand it. If I was really Leanne's friend, if I really respected her, I should get up from the bed and put some distance between us, allow her the chance to change her mind so I didn't mess up her life.I did respect. I imagined his chest pressed against me. “Looking for something?” I hear his voice and turn around “Mason... w-what are you doing?" “I think I should be the one asking you that.” I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck and I sucked in my breath quickly “But it’s okay, as long as you answer another question for me.” He smiles and I felt my face turning red. He leans closer to me. “Do I make you nervous, Cara?” he trails he hand lightly up my arm. I shiver and push it away. “No, of. Yeah, this is how I look when I wake up. The kitchen, dining room and den were filled with teenaged boys sprawled all over the place, eating eggs, bacon, toast, and even some leftover pizza I had been saving for those late night cravings. Ben motioned me over and gave me a kiss on the head before handing me a plate of pancakes and orange juice. To hell with those guys and their bacon, I loved Pancake Sunday. Tommy made room for me on the sofa and we all sat around watching the early morning.