Frida got her cherry busted wide open in that hotel room and she became Mr. Johnson's cum-bucket for the next few years performing the most depraved a...ts of perverted kinkiness devised for horny male enjoyment. Sometimes when she looked at herself in the mirror she had to blush at her submissive attitude when it came to satisfying Mr. Johnson's desires. He confided in her that he often had thought about doing some of those things to his own nubile and very pretty daughter but his strict. By the look of hisgrinning, blushing face, he was none too broken up about it.She had a sense just then of the ancient strategy of women, gettingtheir way, making it too pleasurable not to. Was what she'd just done,that spontaneous, instinctual stunt... was that what they meant whenthey said "feminine wiles"?They began the long, intricate game of haggling. The ping pong match oftheir pricing war was where Terri had always shone. The deal was done;it was just a matter of money now. But Pallis. Her gaze was drawn back to Roquan, his broad, powerful chest bared to her. Already, suds had formed in the water around his waist, hiding the rest of him from view for the time being. Yet her gaze tracked downward anyway, partially from fear, and partially from simple curiosity.Roquan approached her, slowly and easily, the water rippling around him. Amanda closed her mouth and watched him intently. As he grew close, she tried to muster up one last bit of defiance in her eyes. It failed when he. And this was just the beginning.*****It was a matter of about a week until I had all of Billy's normal underwear gone. I made him kneel in his bedroom and watch me go through his clothes and dirty hamper, and I took every single pair of boxers and briefs he owned."What are you doing?" he asked nervously."Shut up." I snapped.He kept quiet and soon I had a handful of his underwear in my arms. I left the room with it and came back with a bag from Victoria's Secret. "This is what you will wear," I.