I was staring into my cereal, thinking about how much I was going to miss Cyndi's body when I went back to school--and I knew that Megan would miss it... too. I was pleased that my sister and my girlfriend could get along so well--well enough, in fact, to add to my sexual pleasure. A lot.Mom entered the room, and I felt a surge go through my body. I was wearing only a robe and my underpants, and a thin robe at that. My underpants began to stretch as I looked up at Mom. I saw her so differently. That poor girl - she looked so lovely and delicate. But I suppose she submitted willingly, as James said. Didn't she?" Stella sounded doubtful!Clemmy nodded. "I guess so, Stella. There are certainly twisted people around who love pain. I've even fantasised about it myself before now, though I hope these particular dreams never come true! We just can't get inside their minds to see things their way. But I would rather like to have my mind set at rest about that couple. The victim touched my. I control his pleasure. I control how he gives me pleasure." Now comes the good part. Missy, I've invited one more guest this afternoon. He will be arriving shortly. This is what I meant about your increasing submissiveness and an advancement of your being cuckold. To day for the first time you are going to watch me having sex. And then you are going to show the girls that thing you do so well."Once again the girls started to giggle. "Are you really going to do this Shirley?" asked Julie."Yes!. And told me not to smudge. Or I would look like I had been sucking cock.I was relieved, if a little surprised when she drove to the next town for out trip. At least I would be less likely to be seen by someone I knew. She parked took me by the hand and led me to the main shopping centre. We went straight to the Ann Summers store. From the panties rack she took seven pairs, mentioning it was one for each day of the week. She picked up three or four pairs of stockings. She stopped by the sexy.