.. well, I'm aware that you and he don't get along the same way that he and I do. I like him, but if I ever had to choose, I would choose you over him...every day of the week and twice on Sunday ... and tomorrow is Sunday, isn't it?" Lisa giggled as she recalled the fact."You want me to catch you in bed with the good reverend, eh? I think that can be arranged ... and what then? Blackmail him? Wouldn't we be as bad as James?" I observed."Blackmail per se isn't necessary. Jonathan would naturally. I was delighted at the offer. I asked my dad and he smiled at me and asked to sit down. I was confused on why my dad was doing this. He looked me in the eyes and asked if there were girls here. I said no just me and Tommy. He patted me on the shoulder and said whatever you say son. I put this conversation out of my head and packed my stuff. I was wearing plaid blue pajama pants and a white t shirt that helped reflect my light blue eyes. Tommy answered the door and in his pubescant voice told. Lissa chose my clothes. I didn’t even know where they came from, but they were suitably artistic. This wasn’t the time for a tux. I wore a black collarless shirt with a black-on-black embroidered design down the panel that covered the buttons. She put me in a black suit that fit like a glove. I seemed to remember having worn this once before, but I don’t remember when. Of course, she finished it off with my funky black Converse high tops. I looked like ... an artist.“Tony,” Kate said, running. All the while he kept feeling my ass, and sometimes shoving one ofhis fingers up my pussy or up my ass. His friend turned out to be a girl.I couldn't believe it... The doorbell rang. He pulled me up, and lead me to the door with him by theleash. He opened it and yes, there she was. He let her in and he had herstrip right there on the spot. Then he told her what he had told me, that shewas to be his slave for the entire weekend. I was so jealous... and yetexcited at the thought, as was she. He.