"Now anytime you want to feel pretty, you be sure and let me know won'tyou Timmy dear? If you want I can find a pretty, silky nightgown for youto slee... in tonight. Would you like that?" she said letting me know Ididn't have to sneak into her room anymore.And once again I apologized. "I...I'm sorry I snuck into your room andyour things aunt Madge," I replied as I finished undressing and felt myface began to blush.I then gathered my T-shirt, tennis shoes and blue jeans then left thebedroom to. Me being whipped, me blindfolded and sucking cock, me with nipples stretched and clamped. There was no doubt he controlled me. He started pimping me out more often, I wasnt home more than two or three nights a week. Sam was upset, angry, but I wouldnt tell him, couldnt tell him what was going on. Rick had the first tattoo put on me one afternoon in late winter. It was an ornate letter R tattooed on her inner wrist. Sam saw it and said it looked hot, asked her what it meant. Rich had suggested. Mattson’s heart leaped. It was everything he ever dreamed it would be, but he never even dared to hope that his deepest secret desire might possibly ever become a reality. Now that it did, he didn’t want it to end, but he also didn’t want to scare her away by escalating things. So he simply settled for kissing the lips of the most perfect creature in the entire universe, and the one girl, and now young woman, that he had loved so completely and so silently in agony, always terrified that his. Her eyes flew open in surprise, the electricity tingling between them, and she responded slowly at first and then with more passion. When he was certain she wasn’t torturing herself any longer, he pulled back so that he could look at her face more clearly. She stared back at him looking flushed, or at least it appeared that way, as difficult as it was to tell with her glowing ethereal face.“You weren’t to know,” he told her firmly. “Despite what you said to Rachel, you hadn’t done anything like.