" "Smack, Smack, Smack" three more hits found my back. "Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress Angel." "I am going to make your dreams come true. I am going t... be your Mistress from now on and I will MAKE you do all the things you have always fantasized about but couldn't quite bring yourself to do. We will begin by finishing the fantasy you have started." Angel then walked around the room and brought all six containers and put them on the floor in front of me. She then went to the corner and brought. Had she really become that much of an exhibitionist in such a short time? The look that Ross gave her indicated that he was serious about her exposing her breasts and was getting impatient. Slowly, the submissive mother undid her dress, button by button, voices in her head were shouting… ‘you’re enjoying this… slut… slut… SLUT’. Susie wanted to say something… her mind was confused. She knew Ross had control over her… but why was her mother doing what her brother was asking her to do? Was that. "Storm said, "hey, Applebee's isn't pumping weight on the block, right? Besides, as a part of this whole thing, I have to maintain a certain image." Storm then pulled out a chair and had a seat at the table."So...what are you doing out in NYC these days?" Well, right now, it looks like I'm a high-falutin' USO rep, but unfortunately Bob Hope is dead," Storm said as she ran a hand through her hair. "I spend the productive part of my day dealing with agents to get the big acts out on the various. As she turned and crawled towards me, she continued to talk. “And I want you to fuck me before my wedding,” she said as I spread my legs before her. “Oh really?” I asked, my interest peaked by her slutty suggestion. Again, I didn’t know if she was telling the truth or even if such a thing would be plausible. I had mentioned it as one of my fantasies though, so she was obviously bringing it up for my benefit. “Yes,” she answered, lying flat against the bed with her head between my legs. “I.