Before I start some things about me you should know. I grew up in Savannah, Georgia, and grew up rather privileged with material things and social st...nding. Social standing and family pedigree can still be a big deal in a city like Savannah and I had both. From my mother’s side of the family, I was descended from one of the founding families of Savannah who arrived on the same ship as James Oglethorpe, the founder of the first British colony of Georgia, Savannah. From my father’s side I was. He just laughed louder.“So, anyways, every week or so I need to put up some photos,” Missy finished.“And you get paid for this?”“Oh, yeah!” she said enthusiastically. “I mean, not millions, but enough to buy some nice clothes every now and then. Some of the guys - my viewers - they even send me stuff to wear.”“You’re shitting me, right? You wear stuff perverts send you to take pictures in?” This was unbelievable!Missy got this big shit-eating grin on her face. “You would not believe some of. So why do young intelligent and middle class girls want to be gang-fucked by men who dont even wash themselves before just sticking it up you?On top of that, some do hand out and insist on condoms, only to find as they get up to go, at the end of their fucking, their handouts and pleas fell on deaf ears and their condoms lie unopened in the mud.I never knew my parents were into group sex, but found out quite by accident, and finished up with more than I bargained for.I had passed my driving. It was a woman, a tall female with black hair and grey eyes, a divinely beautiful woman who was the ideal of the perfect female. She wore a circlet of gold about her waist and another around her ankle. In her right hand she held a shiny leather whip.Jane dropped to her knees in fright and stammered out, "Mistress, please... I need to speak to you!" The mistress stood above the housewife, smiling. Jane continued, "I can't do it! What about my life, and my family's?"The mistress played the whip's.