Another thing that was odd were the clothes that Mistress chose for me. Before I was five, I had never worn a dress before. I thought that only girls ...ore dresses. Mistress told me that this was not the case, and that I was to wear whatever she told me. A few spankings convinced me that a dress was an acceptable outfit. Besides, I was young, and somewhat isolated. I didn't know that this was unusual.The outfits that Mistress chose greatly influenced my choice of style and fashion. For a while,. “SHIT!” said Tom quietly under his breath as he watched both balls slow down and come to rest. Very quietly Tom placed the cue-stick down onto the top of the pool table then straightened up and turned to see who had called his name and destroyed this final shot of his game.If Tom felt any animosity towards this intruder it was very quickly dispelled when his eyes fell on the very lovely body this intruder possessed. The intruder that had called his name and wrecked his game of pool was a young. I move back to the dressing table and pick up the bottle of baby oil. I straddle the back of your thighs, not easy to do as your ankles are still tied to each corner of the bed, and drizzle the oil over your buttocks. The oil is cold and you whimper a little, your body squirming in surprise. I watch the oil run between your buttocks and down past your pussy. I grip your buttocks with each hand and part them; I can see your anus like a little pink star and you begin to get agitated because of. Iheard a loud moan from Mona then a gasp of, "Oow, that hurts....but hurtsso good!" Within a few minutes both of them were lunging their bodies backand forth in opposite unison, rocking the bed violently. I was stillstroking Tom's cock, and licking it every now and then when Tom orderedme, "Get your mouth on it, Slut!" I was quick to open wide and slide hiscock in with a wiggle of my tongue against it. I just gave Tom a slow "inand out" as I suspected that he was not wanting to cum yet.It did.