Very slowly I pulled at the hem, feeling the soft material glance up my white thighs. The left strap of my unzipped dress fell from my shoulder a litt...e just as I felt the hem lift above my now exposed panties. “Don’t move,” Steven whispered. I could feel his eyes almost penetrating me from across the room. I stood still my hand holding my bunched up dress untidily around my lower belly. His eyes didn’t blink for what seemed like a lifetime. He just stared. I was angry with myself, mainly. ” I said sharply. She looked back at me again, her eyes so hungry but still unsure. I flicked the switch on her vibrator and it hummed into life and she muffled a moan on her arm as I pushed it in harder, jamming the tickler against her clit. “Fucking say it.” I said again. “Please…could you fuck my….” “Could I fuck your what?” I said, driving my thumb a little deeper and wiggling it in her ass. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again they were burning. “Fuck my ass. Please. Fuck it. “Do you want to make it one week as OUR slave, and one week as my PERSONAL slave if they don’t say one word when I walk in the house completely naked?” Julie grinned wickedly and put her hands behind her head. “Like this?” she asked if she was interlacing her fingers behind her head properly as she imitated the way I was sitting.“You understand that if you disobey me, I will promptly return you to your parent’s house. You understand that if you sneak out, steal, engage in any misbehavior I am. When I watched you up there dancing, you turned me on for the first time as a she-male. I'm sorry," I apologised. "Yeah, you should've told me!" she snapped angrily, folding her arms across her chest. "But what is done is done," she sighed. She stepped back up to me and grinned mischievously. I gasped with pleasure as her left hand grabbed hold of my dick and balls and she began rubbing it up and down them. "You like that?" She asked in a low, seductive voice. "Yes," I replied, closing my eyes..