Peter didn’t believe her but went along as if he did. The evening went to plan although Peter was still suspicious and his whipping was a tad harder...than usual. Helen noticed the difference but said nothing afterwards when they were enjoying their love. "Hello Tim how are you?", Peter had phoned Tim an old friend, they met at a BDSM meet many years ago and have often shared Subs. "Hello Peter, how are things?" "pretty good Tim". "Tim I think my Sub is two timing me", "not good Peter how can I. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone.“But, we both want to, Michelle. So much…” I touched her neck, letting my fingers trace the edge of her collared, coaches golf shirt, emblazoned with our team logo. Down between her breasts my fingers found their way until I could feel the fabric of her bra. She was so turned on she could barely breathe. “No one can know. Not ever…” She said, the last of it lost in a whisper as I began to unbutton her shirt. I’ve only imagined her body. She is 14. My shoulders were still on the bed and I was looking up at him. I still had my legs wrapped around him. He was holding me by my hips and I used his arms to pull myself up to where he is holding me. I wrap my arms around his neck and bite his lip. I let go and fall back on the bed and then get him to lie down. I crawl over on top of him and put my head on his chest for a few seconds. Then I mounted up on his cock. I moved up and down sowly for a second then he starts moving and going faster and. And they made me their little play doll! I guess it was some sort of way to get their frustrations out onto a person who has upset their lives. So they took a lot of frustrations out on me too. I was yelled at so much and most time for no reason, I wouldn't even open my mouth. So my own discontent and demanding Grandmother and my dominant Mother turned a little boy right into a scared little Sissy fag now with a twisted mind of his own! Lol. They LOVED to put me down and tease me so much!.