She gently wraps it around my neck. I barely get a chance to read the words written on it. It says mistress’s pet slave. “There, that’s better.�...� “Please, mom. This is so wrong!” I plead. “Baby, this is your life from now on,” she says as she presses her lips against mine once more. After she breaks away, I see mistress Lexie walk in. No! I mean Lexie. She’s not my mistress.Her dick is dangling between her legs. Such a big dick. So hairless and full of veins. It must be almost 9 inches. The head. Times too close to dad and Elizabeth's coming home times, times just after they had gone to bed just a few yards away from us, and one notable time in the bathroom with them sitting in the living room watching television. And one awful time in my own bed after we'd all gone to bed, only the wall between my room and theirs.The last summer of college, I only gave them a couple of chances at me but they took full advantage. The difference was that on the handful of occasions, they made me strip. I grabbed some clothes and such and headed to the bathroom. She had her own bathroom but i just used the guest/k**s bathroom. "Why dont you use mine, its better than that one" i heard before i stepped in. Ok i will use yours then. I got undressed and got in the shower and started to soap up. Just then i heard the curtain pull back and opened my eyes to find Gwen standing there naked with a smile on her face. "Mind if I join you?" She asked and before i had a chance to answer she was in. I could. ‘No, I don’t agree,’ said the woman. ‘Deborah, Cynthia, you two get dressed. I’ll deal with Cathy here.’ Debbie and Cindy gathered their clothes. Debbie managed a smile at the woman. ‘Thank you, Tamara,’ she said. My heart pounded in my throat. I had never been at someone’s mercy like this before, and I had no idea how to get free. I tried to speak, but the force had pushed the breath from my body, and all I could manage were little gasping sounds. The woman- Deborah had called her ‘Tamara’-.