"But..." I get it." I hate him," George seethed quietly. "I know he plans on giving me his crown. I wish I wasn't the only child. It fucking sucks. I ...ee his underlings, all tough and mindless except the clever ones who look at me as if imagining how they'd fuck me once the old man croaks. So tell me. Did he make you do this?" Why do you ask?" The conversation had been sotto voce. It became even more so."You just seem somehow wrong for the part." I'll have you know young man I'm one of the best. My mom was okay. She was just wondering if I'd be home for supper. I said I'd call and let her know, but probably not. Charlotte said that her parents usually celebrate after a business trip and that there would be food and drinks flowing like a king's banquet. She said this to Amy, but I got the idea that I'd be included as well.Before I hung up I got the strangest urge to tell my mom that I loved her and I missed her, but I couldn't make the words come out. I don't know why. All I said was,. And I wanted to make myself their fantasy. I do not hear the sounds of the patrons. I do not watch them. I am entranced at the moment by the music and the way it makes my body feel. Free. Alive. Exotic. Suspended.I started shaking my hips, s-l-o-w-l-y, just as Tom and my instructors had instructed. I shot a confident smile to my onlookers, and s-l-o-w-l-y started to unfasten my silver see through blouse. It’s a small teeny weeny blouse, that’s tight enough to make my nipples straighten out. . She also decided she could taste pussy whenever she wanted and the slut even flashed her tits and bare pussy to the Starbucks boy. Now I love all those things when I tell her to do them but Miss Kitty is going to be taught a lesson about making decisions on her own. I laid out Kitty’s attire for this evening. She was a bit shocked to see a black corset, black garter belt and thigh high sheer hose, five inch heeled black boots, a ball gag, collar, leash and a blind fold. The corset was a size.