I saw her out of the corner of my eye pull out a pink bra and black satin panties, to which I thought that's a little strange to wear just for sleepin..., but I was hella drunk. The last thing I remember was hearing the water coming out of the shower before I passed out.While I was sleeping I had some crazy wet dreams. I dreamed that this girl came down from the sky like an angel (I have some messed up dreams ok?). She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was VERY fit. For some reason, she looked. “These feel fucking awesome,” he said. He began massaging them and worked his hands over them until he had her nipples at the junctions of his index and middle fingers. Then he pinched her nipples between those fingers and she moaned loudly. She started to reach for his head to pull his face into her bosom but caught herself, and instead placed her hands over his and helped squeeze. I was actively rubbing my erection through my pants. I wanted to lean over the yank her shorts down her thighs to. “I think that’s a wonderful idea baby. Tell mommy what you want her to do for you tomorrow.” She said sweetly. I was quite shocked that this worked. She was more submissive than I thought. Not one bit of resistance to the idea of being her daughter’s slave.“I will tell you what I want tomorrow when it comes to mind for me. I want you ready to serve me no matter what I ask. The only thing I will tell you is that tomorrow, you’re my complete and total slave. You will worship me like I’m your. He never went into the family apartments until recess, so such a demand was abnormal. Bossy bitch, Abigail thought as he made his way there, but he didn’t say it. His relationship with his sister had never been one of close kinship, they’d spent too much of their lives at separate boarding schools for anything like that to develop, and while he had a slightly bullying facility himself, Jennifer always topped him when it came down to dominance. The years Jennifer had spent at school was a mercy.