To make a long story short, now I spend so much time playing with myself or enticing someone else to play with it, that I’ve lost touch with my mora...s. I was brought up by a Sex is for Making Babies, mother and here I am now, doing all these Not for Making Babies Things with my sister-in-law, of all people, and I’m just at wit’s end!” I asked her if Amy was much of the problem, to which she snapped, “No, I’m the problem! But she sure doesn’t help my guilt feelings much.” I suggested from. ” She said. “There are no panties.” She observed.“That’s because I don’t want you wearing panties.” She grinned and began to slowly unbutton her top. She locked her gaze on me as she kept going. Her shirt fell on the floor behind her, and her hands went to her Capri’s. She unbuttoned them and slid them down slowly. Stepping out of her pants she turned around and started unclasping her bra, looking at me the whole time. The bra went flying and her panties came slithering down her legs as she. Ok, step by step. I am her slave. A sex slave, as far as I know. I accepted that fact, not exactly on my free will, but I accepted to try and do my best for the time being. What would a good slave, like that other girl, do? What would her goal be in this situation?I think she would accept her punishment with grace and do better next time. So that's what I will do too.I returned to the dungeon, still accompanied by Gore and '3'. Both had both finally been granted release and were thus both tired. First, I’m not that guy. Second, it’s a sure way to ruin friendships.”“So, no more faux relationship?” she asked.“No more lies,” I said.“Does that mean you want to be my real boyfriend?” she asked.I will never understand women. My confused look caused Mona to laugh. It took me a moment to realize she had just pulled my leg, so to speak. We both laughed at that. I pulled Mona into my arms and gently kissed her. While I didn’t want to date Mona, Mr. Happy still liked her.“My first time was on the.