" she cried."NO, you still don't get it, you do everything I say, you'll be my slave, my little sex slave slut. Do you understand?" I asked her again....Yes." She said, dropping to her knees crying."Stand up and follow me slave." I ordered, leading her into the third of the five rooms in the basement.I just smiled at myself, knowing that she would be mine for as long as I desired it. Although she followed me, she was still bawling. I couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Stop your god damn crying!. The volley ball player managed to grab the bottoms and rip them off as the other girl seem to pinch the hell out of her right breast. The third round started with the volleyball player on the track stars back, and she manages to push her flat to the mat. She sneaked her hand under the other girl and grabbed a hand full of bush making the other girl scream. It only took a minute or so for the track star to submit to defeat. She was led to the table where she was going to be wearing Mary Jo's. . It felt very smooth and nice but it made me look like a sissy with all the fancy stuff mom called lace on it."Please mommy," I cried. "I'll be a god boy, please don't change me into a girl!" "Oh honey don't worry," Mom said softly. "We're just going to play pretend, you're not going to be changed into a girl." Are you sure mom?" I asked as tears ran out of my eyes. "Cross your heart and hope to die?" I'm sure Ronny," Mom said kissing my cheek. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"That made me. I liked them too because there was always so much sexual energy in the room. I liked watching people dirty dance on the dance floor and imagine them fucking when they got home (or to the restroom). Mark liked dancing and hearing the loud music.One Saturday night we went to a popular dance club for the night to have some fun, before going home to have some more fun. After dancing for a little while in the hot club, I needed a drink. I told Mark I'd go to the bar and get us each some beers, but.