It was not that I had forgotten about sex with her, heaven knows, I was wearing the little head off my peter thinking about her, masturbating every ti...e I got the chance, but we had not had the opportunity for a sexual rendezvous. On the first Saturday after dad left the cabin from his vacation, I borrowed mom’s car, and I picked up Jenny. She was wearing a smashing pale white lacey skirt, sandals, and a revealing low cut white linen blouse. After stopping for some snacks and drinks, we headed. I would gladly play the subservient role for them "Yes, Miss Gina, I'll do whatever you say." "Okay then, you wimpy asshole. Get out of here. We'll be by your apartment to pick you up at 9 o'clock sharp tomorrow. Make sure you're ready! Be prepared for some pain, you prick! Oh...come here." She motioned for me to bend my head close to hers. Assuming she wanted to whisper something nasty in my ear, I did so. I saw stars as the full force of her open palm cracked across my left cheek. "That's. Iobviously pleased her because when she was satisfied with my apologyMistress forgave me. She had a delighted smile on her gorgeous face asshe looked down on me and said, "What a good girl you are Melissa." However, since that disgusting display earlier proved I cannot trustyou to control that thing, I think I'm going to have to make sure youcan't fiddle with it until it's cured," she smiled at me adding as shehanded me a thick heavy corselettet girdle. "This is for your own gooddarling, so. Her creamy white breasts rose and fell. Her eyes darted at he refection. Now, I want you to cover your nipples and aureole with lipstick.”“WHAT? I’M NOT A FRENCH WHORE, YOU BASTARD!”"Of course not my dear, you are even worse, an AMERICAN whore."He stood there patiently with a sardonic smile, cocked his head and winked at her. Finally, she began to move her trembling hand. Her breathing became noticeably deeper. She picked up the lipstick, opened it and stared at the red end. He began removing.