It was a gift from dad last year when I turned 15. We had spent the last year fixing it up so I could drive it when I turned 16 (if I live that long!)... I worked till supper time and cleaned up, had dinner and spent the rest of the evening hanging out in my dungeon as the rest of the family calls it. The house we live in is one of those ones you buy with a completed upstairs and a unfinished basement. We bought it from the original owners who had started finishing out the basement. One of the. You start to shiver and shake, and you hear yourself letting out a hoarse "yes"."We are going to open that door, and we are going to bring in all the men from the concert, and we are going to let them fuck you," - he says, looking into your slightly unfocused eyes, - "and you are going to spread your legs for all of them because we tell you so and because it is our desire to see our slut fucked by several hundred men, and you are going to beg us to do it."The feeling of slowly building pleasure. Whose picture will make you cum...mine or Cheryl's?" I told her I was drawn to the photos of her in her bra and slip, and the colour of her hair. We laid back down, and she said, "I'm going to drink every pump you give me...you just look at the photos and cum for me." Soon, she had me at the edge, but abruptly stopped. She stood up, and said, "Okay...I have a treat for you." I watched as she went into her closet and came out holding the white dress from the photos. "I still have it, but I think. She is so beautiful. She had a little make up on, and her lips were ruby red, but best of all was that flush of colour in her cheeks she gets when she is feeling horny. She was wearing a light blue cotton dress and I could see she had no bra on as her nipples were standing out stiff under the fabric. Without me asking she lifted her dress and showed me that she was just wearing white knickers. I touched her panties with my finger tips and I could feel her heat. Mrs B was going to get what she.