?”“My parents used me, Georgia,” I said, hopping to my feet, my bowels squeezing down on my butt plug. “They punished me for being a bad girl....And ... you were a bad girl, too, Georgia. What does that mean?”“That I need to be punished,” she said, her eyes widening. “Oh, shit, I need to go home to my parents.”“No!” I shouted, more prickling electrified my thoughts. I couldn’t let her leave. Dad wanted to punish her. Fuck her. “My parents can discipline you, too. You’re my cousin. You’re family!. " STOP!" Stacy almost shouted as she pulled away from the kiss. Brad froze instantly afraid this goddess would leave. Stacy rose from the bed and turned to Brad with a cheeky smile saying " How about a little show?"Brad lay back mesmerized as Stacy began to do a seductive strip tease for him. Slowly Stacy pulled off her skirt, finally appreciating the power that her beauty gave her over men. She undid the straps holding up her stockings, slowly peeling them of her lush legs one at a time. She. She loved to read stories on an erotic story site about sexy masquerade events. Her favorite story was about a woman who had been propositioned by another woman to become her sex slave for a year. She would go, live, and be a part of this woman’s harem. In return, she would be paid an enormous sum of money. The deal was that after the year, she could return home, no questions asked. The story was intricate, multifaceted, and sexy as hell. As Jen thought about it, the familiar heat and tingle in. All the pictures I’d seen in my magazine and all the talk at school about shagging, fingering, etc finally made sense as I saw it in real life, WOW!We didn’t watch much as we didn’t have time but from that moment I wanted to see as much as possible. Now armed with more 1st hand knowledge I was a true expert and my standing amongst the boys at school rose markedly.Early voyeurismSo by now my masturbation had gone from the odd chance I got without being caught to practically whenever I could and.