" Okay, we'll save the sex-with-other-people stories for pillow talk on nights when the Old Man can't get it up," Susan said. "Would you really want t... drive up to New York with me?" Absolutely. It's only a little over three hours. If the game ends by 4:30, even, we can be in Manhattan in time for a fashionably late dinner." Do you need permission to get to Toronto on your own, instead of with the club?" Yes, but I can get it. You need to discuss this with Arlie and make certain he's okay with. From now on, you're simply "Slut". You willanswer to your new name whenever I use it.And now I've rechristened you, my first instruction is this, Slut:Get undressed, and make it sexy.Quiet, Slut - I don't want to hear your complaints or protests. Youbelong to me now and should I choose to play with you again, I shallexpect you to do better. We shall deal with your insolence later. Youspeak only when I speak to you. Is that clear?Oh, I do hope you didn't forget my title. I'm not "mistress". If. She jerked as she suddenly felt Fred's hands on her buttocks behind, slowly drawing them apart."Take a look at that, Tommy. You can fuck her there in that tight little asshole. She'lI like it, and never give you any more trouble, believe me. Just ask Grace."Now that Grace Furness saw what was about to take place, she roused herself from the bed and positioned herself so that she could see it up close, her eyes a few scant inches from the widely spread half-moon buttocks. The obscene thought of. The previous week therehad been two small, budding breasts where the breast forms had been.This week they were no longer 'budding'. I had breasts! Okay they weresmall, but they were clearly breasts and not swollen skin. That musthave been what the aching was, the breasts pushing against the back ofthe breast forms."I thought you said this wouldn't happen," I cried in alarm."I never said that. I said I didn't think there would be a problem.Clearly something you are doing is causing this.