So ... so I don’t own myself? I’m their slave?”“Yes,” Mom groaned. “You do what they want. So long as I give you permission. Because even ...luts still obey their mothers. And you want to be a my good slut.”“I do!” I whimpered as Mom jammed her fingers back into my snatch.A smile spread on her dusky cheeks, blushed darker out of shame for what I was. She accepted it, but I knew I disappointed her by not being a pure virgin. A righteous girl. But she would make the best of my fall into sin.“Good,”. "Alex said, "That's alright honey, I better go get you something for your tummy."He turned and left me sitting there peeing, and peeing, and peeing. I sat there trying to remember the night before. I tried to remember arriving wherever it was that we were at. All I could recall is meeting Alex at my door when he picked me up. I tried to remember what I was wearing at the time; I seem to recall a party dress. Yes, I remember we where going to go to a party somewhere. I remember that we stopped. I had lost all track of time, not realizing it was almost time for the show to begin."Of course, I'll be right back with some," I told her and then headed upstairs to the linen closet to retrieve a couple of them. As I returned and began heading back down the stairway, I nearly stumbled, breaking my own leg in the process. Looking down into the living room, I could see Sharon's hand had slipped down the waistband of her equally sheer bikini panties. For a moment, I actually thought she was. If you are not going to put in any effort, I’m afraid you will have to wait till next week.” “Lorraine! I have never done such a thing before in public! At least, try to help me out here,” he suggested. Seeing Jason in such a state, I decided to give him a little push. I looked at him in the eyes and slowly swayed my hips in a circular motion as I unbuttoned my blazer. As soon as my white lace bra came into sight, his jaw dropped and his hand was starting to move in a rapid manner. I did a.